Alone in the darkness of this May Day morning, I can hear the droning of my muse's air-raid sirens. Waiting for the next explosion of words drives me crazy like a moth flying into the summer fire.
word-bombs
slash the alleyways
of my mind...
the feel of a black tip
moving across the page
The title comes from the following quote:
ReplyDelete“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing