Writing Exercise #1

Writing exercise #1: Type, type, and just keep typing the first inclinations, the first inspirations, and keep going until tired, hungry, or pulled away, but not bored.

go
into dusk, tree-lined
cavernous soul
fight wind, sleet, blizzard, buzzard, meanness
lost boy
can't reach the tops of the palms
but only brush the sides
toppling through eternity to a ground of sorrow
pain
lost girl
sorry for the years of living against her mother
waiting for the smiling planets to align, but they are!
but not smiling
and the play by play of life coming through the front door of the cafe
some were stoned, and more were not, but were limp
and the new drug is a cell phone pressed against the ear
ah, euphoria
more human voices all the time!
suck it up
the president wants us to watch him all the time
until his image and voice are hypno-presidential
and we fall back into a lazy swoon
drag our lost boy and girl feet through Neverland and forget how to clap
unless to bring back the light of a leader
leaders are lost in the world too
and maybe more lost for thinking they're the leader
sounds
like
somebody
is
ready
for
another
golden tongued
jam session
hmm?
I'm ready for a dip in an ocean
any ocean, so long as it's warm and the water is blue
and the cars are silent
and the birds are distant
and the deep is forgotten
and the shore is visible
and the people on the shore are in slow motion
and the people on the shore are taking their lives seriously
that's all I am ready for right now
and probably tomorrow
but that will be filled with ho hum, and sad eyes
and busy people and managers
the same as all other tomorrows
people in tomorrows are branches in a storm
loud, and shuffling settled dirt and bugs off through the air in all directions
people in today are winding down
and people in yesterdays are angels
angelic, yet evolved muck creatures to themselves
how sad
that it is stupid to exalt in Creation
and smart to love Chaos
forget that it is order that gives us
yesterday, tomorrow, today
it is merely the creation of mind that allows mind to call
yesterday, tomorrow, today
man
woman
child
responsibility
relationships
past, present, future
love
longing
loneliness
haunted nights
ambitious days
hospitals
graves
wartime
peace of mind
childhood
study
lazy afternoons
drive
constant death
constant birth
family
journeys
failure
salvation
to call these
accidents
takes Creation