Sometimes I just close my eyes and pick a word right out
by Sandra Osborne
of the dictionary, like “Ordinary”, and start writing away.
Sometimes I see an old episode of “Gunsmoke
and I cry because Miss Kitty is dead.
Sometimes I see a beautiful sunset, a sparkling river,
an empty house, a stunning woman, an old episode of
“Grizzly Adams”, cause I really like those big guys.
Sometimes I think of God, or evil, or why we have both, or
a cigarette, or snow, or 911, or clouds, or cats, or dogs, or
the future, or the fair, or time, or where it all goes, or
my mother or my father or why they never loved me, or just a
beautiful day and how lucky I am to see it.
But mostly, my inspiration comes from you.
You are my lover and my friend, my beginning and my end.