top of page

Finding Out

And why shouldn’t life be about:

Fighting

Fucking

Writing

And music?


Making great love

To a great woman. . .


Getting into a fight

With a great man . . .


Making great art

With nothing but what you know

Which isn’t very much

And an idea of what you could become

If you worked really really fucking hard

To become it.


Mix it all together . . .


Through in some great music

To show him the way

And what will become

Of the man who lives his life this way?


Guess we’ll find out.





 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
The Mountain Moved

The mountain moved! I swear the mountain across the river moved! You see, I asked for it to. It was blocking my view of the sunset. So I closed my eyes, and in my mind, I kindly asked the mountain to

 
 
 
Behind Her Eyelids

A nightmare fluttered behind her eyelids. She was naked and her ankle was chained to an anchor. The current raged against her. She swam and swam and swam going nowhere. The sea was cold; the sky was

 
 
 
Hallelujah

Hallelujah My love Hallelujah We’ve made it through Now it’s just me and you Dance drunk in the kitchen Sing for the stars We’ve made it this far Halleujah My love Hallelujuh I am grateful for you

 
 
 

Comments


Post: Blog2_Post

©2021 by Clintwritingshit. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page