just writing

A Technical Hitch

I looked from my rear window
and felt some vertigo
I think I switched my Hitchcocks
It’s driving me psycho


publish and be damned (a one minute rhyme)

To seek to find eternity
on the written page
was folly I had thought
but to have your eyes
read each word I write
I know it’s not for nought
each phrase I drag from where
or when
each piece of soul set free
evolves with life outside the pen
to defy mortality