I Drift About Collecting Stuff

….collecting words
As I go.
It’s a strange business.
Yes I know.
So what do you
Depends, usually
I put them
On the table,
Slap is a word I like
If I can find it

And I have music
And drink my tea.
And I play!

But how do you
I juggle them around,
You know
Until something comes up
Yes, I think I see
Like that feeling
When the chords touch you
Just right!
Think of Shhh/Peaceful
How it begins,
The guitar and keyboards
Like saucepans bubbling.

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