untitled.
I will not sleep tonight
until I have written something;
the curse is set in motion.
But then cigarette smoke
sashays out my window
with flair
seizing words
off my lips on their way out,
for company.
They share a private joke
as they glide into the street,
mocking my paper insomnia.
I wonder if it is too late
to go out there and
find them.
August 21st, 2008 |
“the curse is set in motion”
Damn. I wish I wrote that line. It’s that good.
*hugs*
August 21st, 2008 |
don’t you just love writers’ block? ^ -
that’s good, dizzy…
August 21st, 2008 |
[this is good]