Jan 2016
Flying by the seat of my pants.
Writing and typing a glorious dance.
Loving and living in lines on a page.
Happy and saddened and uncontrolled rage.
Writing with no message.
Breathing life where oughtn't be.
Just typing and writing by the seat of my pants.
Waltzing about without music to dance.
Writing and typing a glorious dance.
Loving and living in lines on a page.
Happy and saddened and uncontrolled rage.
Writing with no message.
Breathing life where oughtn't be.
Just typing and writing by the seat of my pants.
Waltzing about without music to dance.
I wrote this just to prove I could use the term "seat of my pants" in a poem about poetry.
