Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Why I Write, Part x+20: I Ride the Rollercoaster

Previously, I perceived my person to prefer life placid, peakless.
Writing requires that I ride the rickety roller-coaster.
Living light, leisurely limericks unerringly leads
To head-splitting hangovers of hatred for he who is human in me.

Clever character conducive to creative cares is a consequence
Of being a baby born a bit brain-brokent, and subsequently staying so.

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