RACONTEUR-ESQUE SCRIBBLINGS

Sapped up energy, Spinning tops, dancing dragons Oh flu, leave me be

Ideas there were some, Words spill, but not in order, A haiku is born

It's beyond control Slipping right through my fingers Could all be lost now?

Old man dies on hope, Eyes gauged out, strangled silly, All rejoice inside. A kick in the ass, With a football boot, no less, The footprint stays on. Edited version A kick in the ass, With a football boot, no less, The *studmarks stay on. Red blood on the floor, Mystery killer around, Smothered Gollum at the door. Too much rage and not enough time. I will be back. * An alternative suggestion

Empty screen staring, I pause to yell come back here Muse has gone missing