Souls flow beneath us,
I can't make her understand,
Killing is so wrong
Calm life echoes deep,
Solitary hurt burrows,
Yet life charges on
Tumbling words bounce low,
Grey light smothers all thought,
The year is fading
Thoughts hang heavy on,
Bitter days of winter new,
Toys built from people
Miffed is what you are,
Stolen booze time your problem,
Just try drinking less
So I found myself having all kinds of interesting ideas just as I'm going to sleep. I guess that's natural enough, sleep being brain defrag/cleanup time etc. Anyway. I've now got a little notepad by my bed so I can write stuff down without having to get up. I think I've now got some way of recording the ideas that pop into my head no matter where I am.
Crisp air slices skin,
Empty tubes roll fat on grit,
Sweat flows free between
I lie inspired by,
Rain pounding on the tin roof,
Autumn days abound
Heavy breath rasp drawn,
Inward over dry skin tongue,
Rough wound opens wide
Mocha silk flows deep,
Buds fire sweet as eyes dilate,
Joyous fuel of life