connecting*the*dots

once again at the board
stopping the flow to feel the hoard
of inspiration flowing from within
and not from a bottle of jack
or tanqueray gin
this is straight from the core
heart ripped open
all kinds of tore
but that’s just the way i need it
just give me time to feed it
take it for a walk
teach it how to talk
spinning and rushing like marshall faulk
it’s time i worked this out on my own
even though this tone
hides the pain and frustration
of a man in disguise
shades over blue eyes
a grown man cries