Someone asked
why I bleed here
the way that I do.

Why not
enlighten
my soul?

Drink in the
brighter things?

Well, I’m not keen on
choking down the sun.
It’s hot and leaves me sweaty.

Just burns the hell out of you,

and the aftermath isn’t all that pretty.

I bleed my soul
as I have no choice.
Here, this blog,
is my true voice.

I don’t think.
I don’t plan.
I don’t chew on my lip.
I just let flow my text,
and I shoot from the hip.

.j.