I Write the Busted Stuff

It is always the tone.

Sad broken ghosts and

demons that live somewhere

in my jumble of neurons.

I give them the pen

and let them run until

their blood is clotted on

the page.

A cloudy Tuesday on the cusp of

a new decade. Tourists and fools

clattering along the sidewalks as

I sit, coffee steaming and cursor

blinking.

Stoking the flames with dead

spirits and cackling ghouls

has been my twisted muse

from the start.

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