22.7.11

Drought

This heat will be the death of us all
Our creative spirits are in limbo
Some are thriving
Some are falling
I'm on the latter
Watching for snakes around every corner
My mind refuses to co-operate
My body wants to create
Although broken bones give way to excuses
I'd rather not take pity
I'd rather be strong and independent
Giving birth to something with meaning
I want to invoke reaction
I want to be rich
This heat will cease and I will be.

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