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25.9.07

Yesterdays Free Write

Pen to page.
Skeevy pirates,
A parrot would talk to much.
Would lack impulse control.
Kinda like me.

Dicipline. No I do not want to teach.
Not big. Not small. Not teach at all.

I am wondering how long it takes to become. How long I can last like this:
I burn the candle at all ends.

I allude sleep. And it in turn alludes me.

I wrote a poem in the shower. In my head. It almost slipped away. Instead I just looked slightly foolish. I hate the "You're writing poetry?" Words work, twist, splay, and turn. Splish tare, and bare.

They leave everything naked to anothers eyes and judgement.

Size
Script
Ink
It's all relevant