I think about things, and then I write them. Poetry/ short fiction/screenplays/self analysis.
He didn’t recognize me
Looked at me and saw that I wasn’t the same.
My eyes were widened with wisdom.
A new level of knowledge wedged between my brows.
A Haiku: Mr. Music Man
Strum me like your electric
Give me your music
What shall I call you?
A spiritual thief? False god?
Well, if the shoe fits…