Disjointed Muse

Disjointed Muse

A disjointed muse has hold of me.
Crossing  city streets
aimlessly with a knife
at my back
and a blonde woman
walking  in front of me ,
wondering  what it would be like
being hit by a speeding car
and in a millisecond
a broken bag of bones …
But let’s save that  experience
for another night .

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s