IV. Mad City

Eventually we may all sort of maybe guess at what
our reviews were, what they might have said about us
over the ancient years, but looking back, I think it’s smarter
to read them as they come out, learn and better
our performance as we go.  I couldn’t read anything
back then, certainly not the proverbial handwriting on the wall
although I now know it was writ large and most legibly so.
My story arc pointed downward and most steeply so.
I was writing my life badly, a real stinker of a plot, and I didn’t know
when to quit, toss the draft, and start all over again.  No,
the only thing I saw on the wall was someone disguised
too well for me to guess he was a painted devil,
always offering me a beer, the two of us playing guitar
into the gray light hours when the damned sun came up.

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Aloha #WriterSunday, I hope you are having a wonderful weekend. Today’s #WritingPrompt is


Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece on your site and link back to me, or simply post it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )

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