inspiration comes in many forms.
today, after lunch with Mr. White,
it came in a textmessage.
I know...how modern.
a pretty gal
from the south,
calling me Ray Ray.
drip the vibrance.
fall apart.
I sit in a wobbly rocking chair.
I shake
so violently
in a hen house full of talkers.
as the world goes on.
I try to walk and sing.
this is a quote; this is a goddamn song.