visions of luscious beat dreams
recalling my repulsive beauty -
a goddess drunk on bitter chocolate milk
her cool sweaty breasts
soar above purple death
heave towards smooth delirious eternity
I'll go with something from Arthur Miller: "I wish I had a routine for writing. I get up in the morning and I go out to my studio and I write. And then I tear it up! That's the routine, really. Then, occasionally, something sticks. And then I follow that. The only image I can think of is a man walking around with an iron rod in his hand during a lightning storm."
