can you feel a draft?

I was bored, so I thought I’d try to write a poem.

The days grow cold

(The first thing that popped into my mind was the weather. With the wind chill, it was about 2 degrees outside. That tends to leave an impression.)

The days grow cold
Into the winter

(Well, duh, that’s obvious… try something different.)

The days grow cold
Into the night

(Hmm… maybe if I added an adjective or something.)

The days grow cold
Into the lonely night

(“lonely night” sounds a little too cliché to me. Let’s try a different word… maybe one of those fancy ones I’ve always been wanting to use.)

The days grow cold
Into the eviscerating night

(Good, the more confusing it sounds, the more intelligent it appears… some people like that shit. Thank you SAT words. Hmm… the first line doesn’t seem powerful enough next to the second… let’s fix that.)

The days grow fucking cold
Into the eviscerating night

(I think I need a few more lines to balance it out, so I’ll use the mad-libs and random page in a book method. For this piece, I will use A Game of Thrones by George R.R.Martin.)

The days grow fucking cold
Into the eviscerating night
Crumbling vulgar fat may empty a wolf
As wings produce shoulders thoughtful and heavy

(Just for the fun of it, I think I’ll rhyme the last word in line 4 with the first line. For this, I think I’ll close my eyes and hit a random key on the keyboard, which will be the first letter of the rhyming word.)

The days grow fucking cold
Into the eviscerating night
Crumbling vulgar fat may empty a wolf
As wings produce shoulders thoughtful and heavy gold

(Hmm… the more vague and enigmatic it is, the better…of course, if it makes no sense, who is to argue? It’s poetry damnit. Genius.

Well, I think that’s enough for now. I’ll work on it again next week when more inspiration hits me. It will probably change a few hundred more times.

After all, it’s just a draft.)