I can feel the fast pace!
Mama, Mama, me thinks you protest too much, for self-deprecation can be cathartic, but we loyal MZ readers must declare that a writer, a poet, a philosopher you most definitely are, & we applaud every sharing you deem appropriate. As an ex-actor, I devour & love open mic experiences, breathing in & listening to the faster heartbeats of a live audience.
Ah, you do know how to start my day!! Have a great weekend, MZ!!
And the even sound checks become poetry.... Great performance.
Wow. Different. Well done.
Yes, you are (a writer). I have felt this way at open mics, which I do rarely.
As usual this is really creative - purple bled blue - so descriptive with a plethora of meanings...language really is like a carnival as you use it..a never ending kaleidoscope of color and meaning.
Black Street Nightschaos reflectslines goneblind..tapestrylives greenin trees of lifeaway fromtar nowgrowncolddead dinosaur streets..:)
Really cool ... liked how you played your words as though they were a musical instrument. Bastet
One who creates something so effortlessly is the writer.....welcome to OLN
I love the choice we--as loyal and frothing-at-the-mouth readers of yours--have to make at the end: is it read (pronounced like reed) or is it read (pronounced like red)?Love it. The whole thing, but the twist at the end is especially cool.(And the foam around my mouth is not due to being rabid, but instead due to excitement.)
WRITER(YOU FUCKING ARE!!)xo,me
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