Inspired by the thought of a continual stream of words flowing out from somewhere, everywhere, and still. Yes, indeed, we create, we write, and still we write poetry. In the land of poetry words play games. Tongue twisters. Rhymes. Lyrics. Sonnets. I love the flow of words, an interpretation of thoughts rather than a complete direction. I used to write poetry regularly, and then I stopped for awhile, distracted by life. Life is sometimes a very important distraction in my mind. But with life eventually must come creation, or -oops- is that the other way around? Creativity is a gift to be played with and sometimes one just has to try. Sometimes I forget about that, it's playtime... So, am I done with poetry? I don't think so, I don't think you can take the poet out of a person. Perhaps poetry will be written today, or tomorrow, or tomorrow's tomorrow? I am not really sure, but for today there is always Tom Waits to delight, enthrall, and entertain:
Tom Waits wrote some new music, It's called Bad As Me.
You’re the head on the spear
You’re the nail on the cross
You’re the fly in my beer
You’re the key that got lost
You’re the letter from Jesus on the bathroom wall
You’re mother superior in only a bra
You’re the same kind of bad as me
I’m the hat on the bed
I’m the coffee instead
The fish or cut bait
I’m the detective up late
I’m the blood on the floor
The thunder and the roar
The boat that won’t sink
I just won’t sleep a wink
You’re the same kind of bad as me
No good you say
Well that’s good enough for me
You’re the wreath that caught fire
You’re the preach to the choir
You bite down on the sheet
But your teeth have been wired
You skid in the rain
You’re trying to shift
You’re grinding the gears
You’re trying to shift
And you’re the same kind of bad as me
They told me you were no good
I know you’ll take care of all my needs
You’re the same kind of bad as me
I’m the mattress in the back
I’m the old gunnysack
I’m the one with the gun
Most likely to run
I’m the car in the weeds
If you cut me I’ll bleed
You’re the same kind of bad as me
You’re the same kind of bad as me
