When ya gotta write and all your head provides is song lyrics that already exist.
Starting lines and dramatic passages of fame.
Bits and pieces, ideas and scraps; deserve much better than this claptrap half exhausted gotta write something for the weekly brain.
Can’t loose momentum on the weekly.
Bits deserve flesh and strength.
Pieces of larger things that can’t, well shouldn’t, simply be removed.
To stand on their own.
Ideas take time.
Scraps need edited.
Sensations and scenes, imagery and vivid instants.
Those would be lovely.
Fully realized, perfect edits, easily.
While still asleep.
The lead weight cotton static in the mind drags on the hunt
To find a more or less decent post.
Maybe next time, it won’t be a weird and silly meta blob of bits and pieces.