The words that thinkers loud in me
Illusive eureka moment, momentarily with sparkle
Illusive eureka moment, momentarily with sparkle
Holds me down like the mob with connections
Serving a protection racket enforced
Sending me on a course close to insanity
For a pen and a paper cannot sit idle
Long enough without my inscription scribble
To off load and fill a sense of relief, brief
Absent realism, escape this unwanted
In search of immortality as legacy dreamt of
As trade to give this present day as pay cheque
As an exchange to a loan from a loan shark
Wanting pay before returns of investment
So passion, addiction, obsession
All come in, to claim a part of the day
While the rest of day becomes loose change
In days dream, the mobs keep calling
My addiction is relentless
this is absolutely brilliant...I really enjoy the way your mind directs your fingers to write...yours is an awesome talent.
ReplyDeleteLove the way you play with words and meanings here. I agree with gsb--Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteYour words should inspire me to write better!
ReplyDeletethis is really good. one of your beset. and i like that you culminate that the lifestyle is addictive. i guess that's why "he" makes all these excuses.
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Nice write...I especially like the last stanza and the notion of a day becoming loose change...
ReplyDeletemy pen and paper can not sit idle for sure....smiles.
ReplyDeleteI hate it when the somebody in the mob calls! Ha! Ha! Great piece!
ReplyDeleteLoved this, and especially:
ReplyDelete"While the rest of day becomes loose change."
As powerful as the addictions of which you speak.
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