Brains are for the inside.
So keep them off the wall.
Just hang on for the long hot ride
as you balance on the ball.
The never ending hunger,
that burns both in and out.
Yet wrench the flow asunder,
with the slightest bit of doubt.
Ignore the fact it makes no sense,
and that sensibility's a joke.
Flip a coin, get off the fence,
run like hell and go for broke.
Creation cliff-edge crumbly
but don't try and back away.
Even when you're stumbly
from the stonk of the affray.
So if flirting with the burnout,
dancing on the crumbly edge.
While oblivious to all fallout,
you're an artist fully fledged.
Brett A. Jones Sept, 2014
