it's been nearly a year since i posted my first poem-like-attempt on here.
what did i hope to accomplish? to share my writing with someone, perhaps a "one" who i'd never met and connect. or piss off. or fall in love with.
i write because i am. i write because i talk in circles. because women break my heart and men tickle me to death. i put words together like a seamstress with a bent needle. i write like a scorpio. belligerent and lusty. words find me after a good fight, a documentary about migration, and well into a bottle of wine. i can write sober and i will.
there is truth and ignorance in my words. like a bicycle wheel, i have spoke-n. ha. that is the most brilliant line i have said today. sorry. that is pretentious.
welcome.
1 comment:
perhaps im bias because i like bikes, but spoke-n was great.
I once thought i only possesed talent with drinks, alcohol my muse. but i find that when i write without it the result is more sobering.
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