Don't know where
it came from, but I had
Cindy[wee2souls] in mind
when I wrote the last line,
a private joke, lol.

~L.~


Straight Jacket Now Crooked.




My words, I think, go to a mental asylum,
when I have blanks and can not write,
Creativity's brain must be in a straight jacket,
made, I think, of the finest white.

Then the Volcano Of Muse vomits inspiration,
and a lava of words down the sides does flow,
I can only grab my pen when that happens, and
write those words down in whatever direction they go.

.....My finest straight jacket of white is now crooked and red.

12/01/09.



Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-01-13 at 04:42

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I hope that the Volcano Of Vomit continues to erupt globules of inspiration upon you. Pen and pad on person is definitely a good thing.
2009-01-18



what an array of thoughts so colourful, I like using some of these choice words that you have chosen, sometimes distastefulness can get the point across as this is reality.
2009-01-13