A prop o’to survival, a prompt given to oneself for the curious mind wonders late at night for the freewrite, mispronunciation, no ones looking dance the night away type feeling. The mind wanders and the rain tumbles and pumbles the driveway plants the drop within the crack for the seed to grow. Green splashed upon the black asphalt and dim motion lights. One hundred dollars a big deal to sum and not to others, a quick gamble at the table or two weeks worth of rice and beans still going need another for the dog feed. It’s late and it’s time to write, all the canvas is wet and the paper dry, the ink has been lit with the tips of the finger as the prompt today just can not wait until 9. Sitting back on the new couch new as in from the aunt new, as I sit at top of the hill in front of the preverbal steemit flow, drizzly, drop, syncopate the smell of fresh dew, muddy oil, and frozen exhaust. What to do with an extra hundred dollars, power up and steem on or invest in the newest con. Where has the time gone only the creative capture of the rapture can leave a trail for one to chase, one to follow, one to see from the tip-top of the creative mind looking level with all others, looking level with the colours of flow, the late night tango, the early morning motivation and inner syncopation. Back and forth like the metronome, like Oscar Peterson and the crew, shaking up the blue and turning the mellow upside down and into purple. The Jazz has got the funky flow the rythmatically has tuned my breathing in, catching centre and exhaling. May not be up at nine to catch the morning freewrite hate to be late for the team, in the epic creation of the freeing at whim, electric cold making the brain melt away this rythumatic flow of versus, reasons just spit out like the truth non-filter, put on the head set of my words as you read the lines developing like a chorus, years of journal have teemed this mind for the free writing of this kind, I could go on for days, so could you, feels good as you near the sentence, feels better as you start the paragraph, let this be a chapter in the epic freewrite done at will from the other’s beats, as the morning treat was eaten early, slip back the concern of money, forget the hundred you can owe me till thursday.
