THE BIRTH OF A SONG

A conceived idea.
After a beer and a smoke.
Twisting, turning,
Can’t sleep.
Red eyes.
Almost bled eyes.
Words that rock to the roll.
And roll to the rock.
The rhythmic beat of heartfelt feelings.
Pulling together the stringers of the wordy composer.
Emotions be writ.
Of weather, of love,
Of never ever to be love.
Hookers and horn dogs.
About bevvies and circling cogs.
The pressure, the pain, the contracting brain.
Pen dispatched with at last.
Painkillers abused.
Headache after the perverse penitent pen.
After hours of construction.
Head scratching pain.
Finally sleeping.
The birth of a new song overnight.
(C) Livvi

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