• John-Michael Scurio

Fight. Flight. Write!

Updated: May 27


I live in Eureka

I have found. . .


I write words

I use glitter, image, graphic, imagination

I burst

I hesitate


The moments

The clicks

The dawn tricks night

The night; the clicks


Eyes blue, blur

Losing the battle of sight

The gentle desperation of solitude the thud of my head in my hands

I burst

I write

Fight


The tip of my tongue holds words the makings of regret, pain, woe, love, promise I catch it in hesitation

I burst; i almost burst

I almost write

I burst

Flight

Time passes

I look at the door

I look at you

The window

You

the thud of my head in my hands

Then it clicks. It sticks

It's night

The night clicks!

It clicks! It sticks!

It feels right!

My sight!

Write!


Now, leave me in my desperate solitude

to burst and to write


Praise night

Praise night in Eureka


I live in Eureka

I love Eureka

Eureka. I have found . . .


Ahhh, alas, I have found . . .

I found love

I have love


Alas! Love!