an exercise for clearing
out the cobwebs in your head…
for if we are truly
to get to writing then
we must have no fear (and)
keep the lids off the pens
things will get messy
as we paint the towns red.
as we write and we
write, see we write, write on
all excited once again when we
finally get to bed
as our body shakes and trembles
as we arrive outside our head
before the morning and late evening
when we do it all again
Chase not the praise of others
seek only the affirmation of self
as you keep an eye out
for anytime you think
you’ve got things
figured out
as you constantly
create yourself
you may yet switch
names like you do
different hats
adopting shapes to match
but all the while
the stars align with
Slim the crescent moon
smiling in night
you are they
and they are you
a bluesman, true
born of the southern
American swamps
singing, dancing
for the coming
light of the sun
up the road, knowing
remembering all is
but one
Quinby & Co. 