I have to try to top myself tonight.. I had such a good entry this morning. I woke up with that poem in my head.. I know I had edited it in the night.. I woke up at 5 and was working on it in my head.. made some revisions, and now that is what came out. Anyway.. what to write about tonight..
what to write about
an ode to trout.
a fish with big teeth
no....
how about sea turtles.
There once was a turtle from Burma
who scuffled off in a thermus.
ok.. you try to rhyme with Burma..
I really want to write something.. but I am stuck on fish...
I wonder why I am stuck on fish.. must be a self conscious thing going on.
Fish fish the magical dish
the more you eat the more you wish
man am I sucking this stuff tonight.
the frozen ground now littered with snow
a sand storm of ice blowing around
oh.. I had better call it quits.. sorry this is such a lonely page
hmm...
the lonely page sits in front of me
waiting for words
scratchings designs but nothing very real.
we fool ourselves into thinking
that these words have form
but they are mearly etchings on woodpulp.
I believe they convey somthing to you the reader.
and they do.. but not what they convey to me the writer.
do you see the same that I see here.
I doubt it..
anyway.. just a thought.
if what I write is really real
then are you really reading it.
Music listened to today.
Janes Addiction Nothing Shocking ( a graet album..
Moby 18
Moral of the day: Reality is only something you can take with you while you are awake.
Posted by bilzabub at January 28, 2003 11:51 PM