Admit One writing is the ticket to my salvation. pen and paper are friends carryin’ me up-up-an’-away, beyond mountains, thru clouds until my head is dizzy, whirring, fuzzy with goodness-fulfilling-soul. by spinning this irresistible yarn I steal the spotlight [back] from all that iron rod pain and pollution, and turn upon fertile soil vast in my mind where fruit grows from gnarled roots of sweet-bittersweet-rotten memories mixing together to create the most soul-fulfilling-goodness writing is the ticket to my salvation what is yours? M. L. Michael 09-26-05
Admit one
writing is the ticket to
my salvation.
pen and paper are friends
carryin’ me up-up-an’-away,
beyond mountains, thru clouds
until my head is dizzy, whirring,
fuzzy with goodness-fulfilling-soul.[…]
Every Breath Poetic 