I could rush-fire another poem; well, not exactly. The
truth is I can't. I have to take my
time. There are the pile of notes that I carry around and add to every day;
but where to start? Which is the poem fragment
to work with, the one from the heart?
When I see a good note i made, because I check them every
day, when I see a good note I develop it in to a poem, sometimes. I'll have to put some of my poems in a book
so I can flip the pages and find them; now, Online it is hard to wade through the
archives.
tobacco calms me.
it's like a good deodorant,
gives me confidence.
hell, pilgrim, why i bet i could almost ride a horse . . .
half fast, anyway.
1 comment:
When the muse hits, I'd love to read your new poems, fragments or fully developed. Sometimes fragments are a poem in and of themselves. Maybe publish those...
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