The Price of Inspiration

I was on the eighty - doing sixty-five thru Pennsylvania Still five more hours to Shohola There is some fog but it’s not raining Yet I find myself complaining – that I’m bored out of my tiny mind I’ve got a show coming up. I need to write some stuff And long-long roads – it’s all been said But don’t be too impatient when awaiting inspiration It’s never just a light bulb in your head deer I hit a deer – oh dear – she suddenly appeared In the headlights two feet from the car The picture freezes – just time to think, “oh Jesus!” Then Bang! And there you are They say you get what you ask for But does a deer have to die And a car get mangled So I can write? The world is made of particles But life is made of stories And they meet in Pennsylvania on a January night I hit a deer – oh dear – she suddenly appeared In the headlights two feet from the car The picture freezes – just time to think, “oh Jesus!” Then Bang! And there you are
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5 Responses to The Price of Inspiration

  1. Calvin White says:

    Hi Dezy,
    You oughta drive through North Dakota
    But please don’t drive too fast,
    Before you know it a bird gets grilled,
    And you get pheasant over glass.

  2. Barry says:

    Nice1….. I’m hoping you didn’t really hit a deer!

  3. Bob Brugler says:

    Dezy-

    We can now make you an honorary Pennsylvanian!!!!

  4. cormac brenock says:

    Brilliant as always Dezy , you could start your own religion , I would be a follower for one.
    Always a treat to hear from you , I really enjoyed the show in your sisters house in Ballinacurra.

  5. Peter says:

    Exactly!!
    I couldn’t have said it better me-self!! 🙂
    Whatever else it’s all about, understanding has nothing to do with it.
    And that’s the limit of my understanding
    Peter the Perfect!! 🙂

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