Truth in the night

“Poetry is what happens,
When nothing else can”

The truth in the night
When the stories dry up and fizzle
The eyeballs blurry from long hours
Of staring at empty white page

The muse is a feisty bitch
She cannot be squandered and wasted
Hemingway said it best so many times
“Use the hurt, don’t cheat with it”

The lights get turned down low
And the typewriter covered in candle lite
Pulling out words from the dark window
And the fireflies that smile as they fly on by

–Eddie Cabbage

Spoken word poem by Eddie Cabbage

Spoken word poem by Eddie Cabbage

Spoken word poem by Eddie Cabbage

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