Night spot

The fire in my mind never goes out
I am someone who has lived life
Done life!
Shouted at the devil on the big white phone

There is an undercurrent driving me
It’s been at work all my life
A want to be!
Always just falling short

Marrow sapping thoughts, grab at me
But always missing the page
Can’t pin them down
Mesmerized; with frustration clutching at my nuts

My mind has this backroom spot
Fertile; always fishing for inspiration
A word, a phrase another angle
At odds, all the days of my life

Strange fruit grows on my life’s tree
I apricate that it’s not, to everyone’s taste
But it works for me
Creating my passion, to drive me on