2017-02-02 - 8:21 p.m.
Poem I kinda liked. Inspired likely mostly from PMS and being in a cranky mood, and realties of the past ( Was going to mention former lover(s) here ... but not necessary....) , fears of the present (foresight or just projection of assuming the past always repeats itself?)... In any case this is not my reality any moreso than I was in a bit of a melancholy mood and concerned about that joke that I have a type : Creative alcoholic....
and I wrote a poem I kinda like. Rough draft, of course all creative writing benefits from editing;
and my computer is truly on its last legs so I better just save it here if I hope to not lose it. I thought the computer DIED but realized its battery died. Its corner screw holding it together did finally break off completely. The head of the screw popped right off, and there are three tiny other MISSING screws so there is barely anything holding this crappy laptop together. I shift and it pops apart and I have to force it into position again to get it to work. YEAH.. laptop finally almost completely dead.
I get it to work a few minutes and then my tolerance for manipulating it is done and I give up on the marketing work for the arts org I intended to complete. That has happened more times than I even recall in the past months...
So instead I am FIRST saving a poem.
I sit home sipping my cup of chamomile
Nightly, you let your mistress come
you are open wide
and somehow, she fills you
Love requires such Trust
Yet, you are bound
I think I understand
It feels like it is no longer a choice
You have been ensnared
are not strong enough to break free
The velvety smoothness
A part you do not know
As I hear the familiar clink of ice cubes in the glass