styled philosophies are spread
with bleeding spray cans
by soulful keepers of the throne
and the three-starred crowns...
minds flipped and remixed
by illuminated verbs and nouns.
This poem was left out of the novel and found on the cutting room floor. This section of the blog will feature content that was part of the creative process. Some of the posts will have ideas and poems that were hard to cut (like this one) -- and some will be terrible and embarrassing. They're all from the same well of inspiration.