A short piece incorporating three random words, written in 20 minutes.
by Marcus Jonathan Chapman
Astronauts spin holding an orphan rope
All known life bouncing from their visors
Green and blue and white and brown
My fingers burn and quake at glowing letters
An eruption of black spews over white
Invisible specks from that deep black pool
Finger through tar race chariots of fire
One view, two views, three views, four
One like, two likes, then no more
The window checking fever of a lost love
Howling wolves, laughing hyenas, danger
Bricks are laid one by one by one by one
Not fame, not money, not glory, nor expertise
Anxious desire to transcribe thought
To write. Not to be read, but understood
Whilst making a living... 