Thursday, 3 January 2013

A Bad Day

(Another performance piece, so take a deep breath before reading it, as it's read all in one go! And if you like it please share it with your friends. Thank you.)

When I'm having a bad day
I write with a grin
venting and penning my thoughts
that are rich

in shit and in flavours
that won't dance on your tongue
but choke you to death
and feast on your heart

and scratch you and scream
pushing you down the steps
with a smile on the face
that curls up its lip

and bites your arse over
leaving teeth marks
and grabbing for flesh
before drawing blood

that sits on the chin
is wiped by a hand
that’s sharpened its nails
not caring who stares

with eyes that are open
and searching for fear
in those that may challenge
the words from the pen

that fly off the page
leaving black on the hands
and the heart of a writer
with no control left


  1. Oh yes.
    That just about sums up how I feel too.

    1. Thanks Flickimp. Can you tell today wasn't necessarily a fantastic writing day??? Ha ha. xx

  2. Already humming REM and reading through again! How true the idea that mood plays a large part in what and how we write. I enjoyed playing with rhythm, would love to hear you read it to see it performed properly. Thank you for sharing :)

    1. Thank you so much for your comment. If you are ever in the region, I'll let you know when and where I'll be performing it, amongst others of course ;-)and you could come join us for the evening. And a second reading...that is no fint praise. Cheers x

  3. It *screams* for live performance. OUCH, good to capture a bad day.

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    1. Hey Marilyn Thank you so much. Mostly, at the moment, I don't feel like a writer, and now...suddenly, I do! Cheers xxx