Nov 2017
Mind’s clogged up.
And the paper thirsts
for verse and rhyme.
Nib’s asleep
and the ink’s blotchy...
I am bloated
with haphazard thoughts,
but I’m purging...
a few words at a time.
And the paper thirsts
for verse and rhyme.
Nib’s asleep
and the ink’s blotchy...
I am bloated
with haphazard thoughts,
but I’m purging...
a few words at a time.
