But my inspiration has been stagnant...for years, really, a ditty here and there.....my poetry books are nothing but dust gatherers these days, but if I were anything other than exhausted, these are the things/thoughts that would turn into poems.
sour strawberries
floating sadness
beauty that makes you nervous
dreaming truths
forces of crap
music always music my heart
laughter-think about it hard until it loses meaning and becomes just what it is.....
and always so on and forth-expressions elude me tonight.....
goo'night
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