Get Them Creative Juices Flowing

The past week disappeared into a vortex, I swear. I didn't do anything of importance, and yet it's Saturday already.

On the bright side, I got my muse back while at a friend's gig tonight (which was awesome, by the way. Her name is Lindsey Saunders, check her out).

And since it has been a while since I subjected any of you to my poetry, I may as well do it again now. Unedited, freshly inked. Enjoy.

Oh, and since this title did not come easily to me as many of them do, I actually had to think. Which is hard for me. So, after much pondering, it has been tentatively named

Brainwaves in Diapers


(Awesome, right).

Growth versus scissors

Fine versus fat

To make it more jagged

or shield with a hat.

The pinballs they bounce

like shotguns in jell-o,

the splinter too old

for the skin to be mellow.

The top layer chips

and reveals a bare bone

pretending it’s weak,

but it’s never alone.

And when it grows stronger

there’s always a string

Broken down wishes

still posing as flings.