But I used to get these sudden lines in my head that I'd jot down and forget about. I've been meaning to do something with them, but I can't think what. I managed to do something with one, but I didn't have a good idea for the rest. So I'd like comments on them and maybe suggestions for what I can do with them? =)
I'd love to play this emotion out in blues
but my only instrument is the clarinet and
I always thought it sounded a bit too yellow.
I can't be with you because
I see me in you and
I really just want him in me.
My love for you is pure-
ly a matter of convenience.
my heart writes songs that can only be sung in minor keys.
that's the only way it's ever learned how.
My mind's vibrato spoke to your cat;
she coughed up a yarn ball, played with a furball
and shredded my tax forms as my trash can sang
sweet melodies to the mailbox.
I spit bullets at the moon on cloudless nights.
[lead tastes sweeter in the dark]
He was shot down on Monday,
washed his pistol in tears and by Friday
it sparkled - he bathed the walls in red.
[Solar]
