Friday, October 15, 2010
i try not to fall into Confessionals
as a course of action, what would I do with
five Hail Marys and a Voodoo doll?
its really all about writing isn't it? yes, i believe
Morning is my mother..she suckles me
with her light (dim, bright) -- seems to always be
her choosing..mine to feed on or go hungry
another day (control freak); condiments of words
and left over letters erased, backspaced off
last nights table, placed under a pillow
for make-believe to decipher, to leave
a golden calf where decay was....Confessionals are for saints
and congruent mosaics ..
i am just a writer with
left over babble, paper mache' stuck to
floors throughout .... the forbidden food stain on a shirt
of goodwill - good habits disregarded for lack of
willing no one will be able to
read anything between these lines....or bookmark
thoughts as worthy of entrance...because like
you...i prefer meat on fridays to fish, if only to
witness the blood on the plate.....
My post for -One Shot Wednesday - Where Poets and Writers Meet..