Sparkle, Sparkle, Little Twink

~Sparkle Sparkle Little Twink~ X 8-8-2017

Sparkle, Sparkle, Little Twink

We know so little and that is ripped from us, devoured, inhaled in great gulping gasps of living. We only have what we have of moment and a good part of that is illusion, not apt to survive any transition to reality. Grab fistfuls while you may, earth and wheel, bread and wine. Never you mind the rubber burn blood.

Three tons of sunshine, ours to devour and still we are afraid of the dark, dependent upon tiny light, artificial, sun sensitive, designed to hide its dim watt head until the red light or its reflection, the moon, disappears behind a cloud or spins away to visit those on the other side of our world.

God damn, I need a hand, some way out of this frightening room. Monsters were under the bed when I was a child so I went there, under the bed alone. Years later I chased them through alleys and whiskey bars, made music with them until boogy-assed misty dawn. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, I forgot how to sing.

Sparkle, sparkle, little twink, where the hell you are I think.

http://wordwulf.com
Inquiries: wordwulf@gmail.com
© 2017 artwork, music and words
conceived by and property of
Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2017 ©

via ~philosophy~

Advertisements

About wordwulf

wordwulf@gmail.com website: http://wordwulf.com
This entry was posted in Blogroll, Entertainment, Uncategorized, Writing and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s