Monday, February 3, 2014

Forty Five . . .

by Stormcat

I type the byline first. no title - no content
the only sure thing at the beginning
is that I'm the one doing the writing.

Then I do the surrealistic
stream of consciousness thing
Just in case God wants to speak through me.

After that comes the contrived -
let's make it as weird and disconnected
as I can possibly conceive.

So . . . with all that litter before me
I suddenly feel beyond humbled!
Who am I to write about this?

And then, BOOM!
it dawns on me.
after that comes the endless editing!

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