04-03-2013, 03:01 AM
April 1st
Sometimes, like an antelope,
preyed upon by my daily fears,
I am parched of sleep and gulp in big draughts.
An incoming flood.
Washing over my eyes and drowning “I”
A single wave within a tide,
that despite my nerves and anxious thoughts,
cools, and congeals
the echoing, racing hoof beats.
It drags me down into the murky depths,
to be swallowed by gaping, gripping jaws
that twist and tumble me from my riverside bed.
Only to be spat out, further down the river.
No idea if this is what is on the table for everyone else but i'm just looking forward to slinging some words from the crate to the page without any real editing as such. Thanks for the space to do this and the creative bump start.
AJ.
Sometimes, like an antelope,
preyed upon by my daily fears,
I am parched of sleep and gulp in big draughts.
An incoming flood.
Washing over my eyes and drowning “I”
A single wave within a tide,
that despite my nerves and anxious thoughts,
cools, and congeals
the echoing, racing hoof beats.
It drags me down into the murky depths,
to be swallowed by gaping, gripping jaws
that twist and tumble me from my riverside bed.
Only to be spat out, further down the river.
No idea if this is what is on the table for everyone else but i'm just looking forward to slinging some words from the crate to the page without any real editing as such. Thanks for the space to do this and the creative bump start.
AJ.