It's m y train coming
And that's m y seat
"Mind the gap" the speaker says
In which my left leg now has dropped
Coffea everywhere
Fellow travelers helping me up
Offering me the seat
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
I banged my head on the shelf exactly
half an hour after
I´d taken an aspirin
for my hangover.
Didn´t feel a thing.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
Poet, be not afraid.
There are far worse things than
Bad poetry.
Keep writing; like a child keeps
Drawing with the purest of
Disregards to likeness.
The more stones you turn, the more
Gems you produce.
The more ink you rain,
The more gracious your written
Children grow.
All flexing builds muscle.
Rough bricks form castles.
Even Dalì carved canvases to shreds
And started anew
Not caring too much.
Not caring
Too much
To keep painting.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC