I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas.
My fingers are Santa's little helpers.
My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments.
I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn.
Sisyphus, sweating uphill.
Bukowski,
scribbling away
in rooming houses.
A river always flowing.
I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
I thought I knew, but it was just heartburn.
ReplyDeleteDoes this mean that your girlfriend is gone?
ReplyDeleteMine too.
At least you're not doing something stupid like trying to stay sober.
That last post was from me.
ReplyDeleteYeah, sometime its good to be alone!
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