A Few Good Lines
12:23 am
I cannot breathe,
Something’s settled in my lungs.
“Is there a soul flapping about in there?”
The devil asks
“Give me a second,
I’ll check and see.”
A little bit of light spills
Into the room,
A little bit of soul
Spills out too,
Just enough to make itself
Present, Nothing more,
Easing itself through my fingertips,
Into letters and
Words,
And sometimes
Numbers.
I don’t know
What the hell to write
So I chain up my soul
I Bleed it dry,
Use it for a rainy day
A little, by and by
Here and there
Passing time.
It’s a miracle,
A damned miracle
When I finally shit out
A few good lines.
The shits a little warm this
Time,
Someone call for the doctor...
I think,
I’m starting to feel something
I think,
this shits getting real.
