May
30
Wurdz = Blood, Drool & Tears
Wurdz falling from my mind onto this clean white sheet of paper
like
blood dropping from an open wound onto a freshly mopped floor.
like
saliva from the mouth of a starving dog.
like
tears from the grieving.
The wurdz swirl & swirl & swirl around in my head.
I open my mind’s drain with my hand/pen
and let the wurdz dribble out onto the pristine sheet of lined paper and then I arrange them for your shock and amusement and my peace of mind.
