Under the influence
I wrote copiously
From midnight to morning
Dementedly
A devil held my hand
An accomplice flayed my side
My mind had an erection
It could not hide
All my past spilled out
From the attic of my mind
My pen swept it up
I was writing blind.
Such dark energy
Flowed through me
and out through my fingers
its estuary.
* have you ever been driven to write in the middle of the night that took hours?
John Malone 
It’s when I write the most… 🖤
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Really? I admire your stamina. It knocks me around a bit — but, hey! it’s worth it 🙂
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Excellent words.
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Wow. I can definitely relate to this. Like a flurry of information is passing through your mind. You forego sleep and continue to write furiously. I actually miss those days when it happens. I’m sure they’ll come up once I start in on my next manuscript.
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the trouble is, Sarah, as you well know the ‘muse’ will touch us when she is ready 🙂 but I hope she comes to you when you start your next poetry manuscript; you are so prolific it seems you have no trouble finding inspiration 🙂
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Great piece John. Likewise, I’m best after dark!
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thanks, Matthew; it plays havoc with yr sleep sometimes but a sustained burst like that night is not all that frequent 🙂
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