ON WRITING

When
writing some-
thing worthy, I marvel
at the horizon stuffing my
thoughts like kites on freedom
wind. I used to express myself, yes,
paying worthy of my heart and soul.
Because this is my craft and my
only cup of tea, folding in
the inner creases
of my youth,
PASSION
and
...
...
...
...
...
...
writing
and
filling
,,,
,,,
,,,
,,,
the
lost
pages
of
my
life
!!!
!!
!





- i wrote this poem when i was under the influence of rock and tonic.