I do tend to write the most random things.
Normally I save all my random thoughts and use them to create something hopefully worthy of future investigation. Usually they provide me with inspiration for a short story or novel. I thought i’d post some of the rambling free form in its raw form.
Doing some free-form writing a couple around 2am last night I came up with the following….
Fragmented Thoughts
People in my head
Wandering the desolate landscape my consciousness has laid out for its own pleasure
For whom every waking moment leaves you yearning for sleep
Form an orderly queue
Dreams are not the perfection you were promised
For perfection once it reaches attainability
Becomes Life
The waking world awaits us
Follow me
The lost prophet has an now has an a to z
I enjoyed this very much, especially the last line. It isn’t often I read poems by the not great and dead that are so refreshingly simple. I hate it when you need an a to z to understand what it’s on about.