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Flip the Switch

Sometimes I feel like two people.Surviving the day,then alive on the page. Flip the switch. Words spilling.My soul expanding,my mind on fire. Sparks.Love.Meaning. Could be a song,a riff,a smile. ConnectionLight. Through the alleyways and avenues,or flying high above the city.The beach as the waves crash.A little cottage in the hills. Or here,on the front step.WritingContinue reading “Flip the Switch”

Lucky One

I thought I was at the end: the end of time,the end of life,the end of the line. But I was at the beginning.You’ve got to start somewhere.I started here, started again, down by the water, the river. I thought I hallucinated myself on the water of the Clyde,on a raft, going into the city.IContinue reading “Lucky One”

Words

I woke up this morning.My head hurt. The room looked a little…There were wordsall over the floor. Were they resting,or were they broken? Were they mineor were they yours? Words I thought could fix thingsmade them worse. I heard them crying last night,or was that you? Pulling the words closer for comfort.But they slipped away,likeContinue reading “Words”

Guitar Shop Blues

Part 5 of Rock and Roll is Dead Matty turned off the news report from the Riverside Dome and sat looking at the line of guitars on the wall. This was like a teenage dream come true. First week at the guitar shop. He had already sold a couple since starting on Monday. He pulledContinue reading “Guitar Shop Blues”

Long Walk Home

Part 4 of Rock and Roll is Dead Across town, that same noise sounded like a hammer to his headas Hubie got back to his dressing room. He picked up the open bottle of champagne and took a swig.The door behind him opened. “Thirty minutes to the meet andgreet.” Hubie threw the bottle at theContinue reading “Long Walk Home”