The Blackness that Brings Light
Photo by Mike Yukhtenko on UnsplashI’m not a gloomy down in the dumps bummer
of a friend type usually. But often when
I feel like the writing is really ready to flow,
like the Muse is ready to rock and roll
it’s the downbeat of a rough idling
’68 Dodge Hornet with broken lifters
kind of mood that gets my ass in the writing chair.
Often times I need the broken glass
and festering wounds rubbed through
an indifferent godless universe
to bring out my best work.
That last desperate pint of rubbing
alcohol filtered through a loaf of
bread and poured blindly down the
raw burning throat of my soul is my
creative impulse’s elixir.
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