Blood in the streets
blood on the page
ink blots on my goddamn fingers
beads of sweat
from my forehead
appear on the page
my happiness and rage
parsley, sage
Dylan and Lennon
my guts erupt
I mop with the paper
I sit with stubble, cigarette and pencil
feeling the smoke-rings, the coffee shop
and 1963
a feeling, an unstructured impulse
both find their homes
in the blood on the page

(from “Part Three: Seduced By Fantasy…”)

Channeling Bohemia and giving a look into the creative process.