there's a pressure to render justification towards an abhorring decision but this isn't farcical, it is a wishful beginning. the chromatic lines of thought have been placed comfortably without force. i suppose the two-hour weekly rendezvous partakes the inspiration. let's bury the hatchet. in this case, i foresee another rainbow behind this intriguing closed door. the old is left as a guidance. it is now a teacher and once upon a time a reward. this new medium serves as a witness to my resolution on embarking further than the comfort of my writing zone.
almost a mystical experience
almost a mystical experience
it changed my life
so i cruise over
winding through the canyons
circles around the arena
down to the French Riviera
higher or better
no longer a wreaking havoc
on a lighter note, my cut-up poem was complimented to be nice. i've heard of the technique being practiced before but i wasn't drawn to it. since i was assigned to do so, two articles were ripped off Automobile and Rolling Stone. the outcome of the latter magazine is fairly surprising. it is also an entertaining way to demolish writer's block.
