Needed a poem for the day.  At least one.

Been writing more lately, certain events and interactions prompting me this way.

I’m out for a certain scene, what I want and need, for the kids.

That’s it.  It’s them.  They think they can stop someone like me, ravenous for work and creative.  More verses, more tracks and songs, standalone pieces whatever form they take.

Beetle-brain twits.  No, won’t happen.  Continuing to move. MY way, my Beat, all streets MINE.

This room this music this condo – Town of Windsor, the new story.  Everything starting.  Taste is too enveloping.  So… more.