JB Writes Too

21/05/08

Stoke the fire
Drink the tea
As I stare at the painting
that is coming in to being
And Coltrane “Blue Train”
Is my companion tonight
Temperature drops
Ginger
Is the taste in my mouth
I can’t get the pages open
Fast enough
to put pen to paper
to start again
to begin afresh
A head full of ideas
I carry with me all day
As I think of the pain
And long for the rain
to cleanse my soul
Bring me redemption
No class of 101 shit
This time
for real
The muscles in my back ache
with the torment of mother nature
As she wreakes havoc
on my psyche
I pray for the day
When I shall feel
At one with my mind again