Friday, January 21, 2011

Portrait of the Writer as a Sane Man (eat your heart out James Joyce)

Pen poised, paper blank, unpolished, undisturbed.
The Clash of the Two Titans.
Fight between the senses.
Which to bury the pen or the hatchet?
Rippled feeling of Vertigo.
Ripping from limb from limb.
Pen meets paper.
Pure orgasmic ectasy grips body.
Admire handiwork of a god.
Pure genius.
Independence unfold, breaks off, rises to a higher purpose.
Ends in a fight.
Victor rises to meet his prize, the poised pen.

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