A pastiche poem by Debbie Frampton and Robert Frost
Whatever you do tonight,
Come and fetch me.
Burst into my narrow stall
as reckless as the best of them tonight.
Let’s go up on the hill and scare ourselves.
mix sparks with stars.
Is it too late to drag you out?
Come, if you’re not afraid to
hit or miss the moon.
About my serious side
Not to break the spell or spoil the fun, but you've probably figured out my real name isn't Dummy.
The CTD Diaries is my playground. No one tells the truth in their diaries anyway so I figured I should find another place to get real, where the head lights aren't so bright. I originally thought this would be a good place to post my creative writing, but I think this is just a good place to tell the truth.