DJ play the movies all night long
[posted after the fact, but written at midnight on Sunday]
Drunk on prose and high on adrenaline
symptom of hours in the storyteller's world
suspense breaks, finally, with the end of book one
I must have the next book
or
failing that
I must escape from the house (quiet house, everyone asleep but for me)
and caper madly through white streets, empty of traffic
(the green and the white, yuk yuk, he would laugh)
Midnight!
The witching hour, or so they say
what drives me to this mad dash I don't know
No BFG to be seen!
No moon in the cloud covered sky
Twirl and twirl and twirl in the snow
coat flying with the flakes, 'til the wind catches me and I almost fall
but I don't
wrong night to make snow
angels
just run, tracks crisscrossing across the yard.
Soon you can't tell where I'm
going
or where I have
been
.
Drunk on prose and high on adrenaline
symptom of hours in the storyteller's world
suspense breaks, finally, with the end of book one
I must have the next book
or
failing that
I must escape from the house (quiet house, everyone asleep but for me)
and caper madly through white streets, empty of traffic
(the green and the white, yuk yuk, he would laugh)
Midnight!
The witching hour, or so they say
what drives me to this mad dash I don't know
No BFG to be seen!
No moon in the cloud covered sky
Twirl and twirl and twirl in the snow
coat flying with the flakes, 'til the wind catches me and I almost fall
but I don't
wrong night to make snow
angels
just run, tracks crisscrossing across the yard.
Soon you can't tell where I'm
going
or where I have
been
.