29 July 2012
Last night, last orders until last rights No more late nights, My mind soars, searching like hunting kites, only to be left hanging thoughts are stalactites, Im not the static type, When I manic write, Don't need any power Its so late I'm by candle light scribbles downloaded direct from my minds sight?! Start again, need to get it right.
My mind is like stalactites... Until it drip feeds, draws in breath, as i switch speeds, creation breathes, turning and flipping new leaves, the cold Leaves my body, muscles are tightening... to ponder cryptically writing letting the light in from the wondrous sights in my imagination As its fighting, striking like lightning Addicted to typing, wiping the wide grin, as fast as a sharks fin I'm no Dorothy or lion, but the tin man with a heart in.
Doodle Write • Opuss № I