x ray words

 

I found some raw material      

on the back seat of the bus    

a thousand original recipes     

written from the heart      

I’ll smother them in gravy     

and pass them off as my own     

isn’t fiction just a kernel of truth hidden in a lie?    aren’t all writers prostitutes and thieves?      some words are designed to mislead      but other words have x ray powers    that penetrate the soul     

I  want to write in those words    

in crazy neon letters ten feet tall     

I know I’d get off on that      

let me tell you why     

I stood up  to this life      and I want to get that down on paper          one day I’ll find the words I’m looking for       and leave them on the bus     for some other sucker to find     it’ll be my message in a bottle     my little gift to posterity     much of it will be bullshit       but some of it will be me