Superhighway At the bottom of the ocean in the inky inky darkness I can see, I can see, I can seeBut the flashlight of sobriety is flashing at me dot-dash-dot-dot-dash Something, someone is signalling me. a pattern becomes a beam becomes a superhighway When I’m chilling in my pad Dossing sideways on my notepad ThinkingContinue reading “Songwrite”


The Man Who Couldn’t Write.

The man with gold lead in his pencil couldn’t write! He tried a gold paperweight on his desk but still the words would not come. A gold-tin┬áhe purchased containing gems and jewels and scattered them did all around his desk in the hope of inspiring him with beauty. Nothing came. A name, a game, insane.Continue reading “The Man Who Couldn’t Write.”