Updated: May 25
Saturday 13 th May 2023
My creativity is comparable to vomit,
It spills forth violently and copiously.
Erupting suddenly,
Vocanic, spewing forth A chemical combination
acid and milk.
Dramatically mixed
Reguritated forms,
Not much thought.
I envy curated creativity.
like a bird feeding its baby,
The focused necessity.
It's not me though.
I will just keep Vomiting up these ideas.
14th July 2023 Set ablaze the last four logs. Roaring in the pit, On The windy side of the hill, The sky opened and stared to spit. Then it poured, heavily, We had to retreat, Into the warmth and dry,
13th July 2023 After asking the lady in the Kelly’s ice cream shop in the teeming tourist harbour of Charleston, The best place to get good fish and chips, The Skies opened and we hid in walled tunnel
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