inspiration - once a necessity, now a mere luxury
August 22, 2008
mud
sweat
beers
the many words they help to conjure
rides and runs and
bitter cold
with blue sky - and snow
benches dedicated only be filled with you
- together
street lamps lonely and frozen
out of place
off the grid
mysteries
water balloons shot at distant trains
epic battles with snow balls
with fevers
overheating and overeating
the “phew!”
the proud
the in-betweens
and you
muse you are and muse you do
now life can be lived without you
Craft
May 20, 2008
Although, I trade in words,
I long to make writing my craft;
craft like a carpenter of old,
finding beauty in the mundane
and glory in the dull.
derailed delusions
April 9, 2008
the railroad tracks behind my
old house
remind me of the roads i
used
to
want to take
and how i left many of them behind
to write and to run
writing brings my fingers joy
and running brings me delusions
filled with grandeur
i don’t write too good
my england nor so too powerful
but i’m probably the best runner in the whole wide
world
when i run
beside the railroad tracks
behind my new house
my fingers are happy now
i need some delusions
Roger Mugs
rcribay
Ned
timsaslacker
joshuagrace
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
Poeta Maximus
David X. Hugo
