Pure Piss

I got lost between

different shades of ink

and wide ruled lines

looking for my muse.

 

My mind rattled vague

thoughts and mild convictions.

 

I debated that perhaps I

was just tired and there was

nothing to write

but my hand edged on,

convincing me to follow

along,

 

There were issues and emotions

lingering around the door frame

and I couldn’t get them to take

their survey elsewhere

 

There was the go-nowhere relationship

in Kansas City, I needed to address,

without forwarding.

The contemplation of friends

and drugs; and nary the two shall meet

 

and I kept thinking back to him

playing me spoken word,

and it was love – love, but not love.

 

The subject is purpose.

 

Everyone has read some inspirational

Mountain scaped poster proposing

we as individuals seek purpose in

our lives and to abide by our

purpose in live passionately

 

Purposeless, purposeful

with purpose, on purpose,

not on purpose, purposely

of purepiss

 

About,  above, beyond

I had no idea,

where to find

 

 

Purpose.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

never any fine print, but often enough a devil in the small prince

[Jibey]

I liked the way you debunk the inspiration stuff - and pure piss says it all... What a pleasure it can be to release it!

[Emily B]

LOVED the title . . . couldn't wait to get into this and my excitement was justified. Can't figure out why it hasn't been read more . . . I wonder about purpose sometimes. And if it really matters that I think I should have a reason for being. When really I just follow along. Follow directions. Follow the crowd. Follow the ambulance. No time to pin down the purpose most days . . .