Tell me do did Dylan
ask same question
when he still lived :

Is it drink that is
driving me to poetry or
poetry to drink now

Afterall, we all think we are angels sometimes, don't you?

Better get ready to make a fool of myself again

What is the point in ten word poems, tell me.

It's time to stop living like this
don't you know

My life has shrunk
to fit the skin
of this small town

to live inside
the microcosm
of it's streets

to tell it's sad tales
of love & loss
& bygone travels

to walk the ways
I've known
since childhood

even the guest
that came last night
is from the street

I lived on
when I went
to college

& who was
also labelled 'mad'
here by the docs

this is a town
like any town
that locks it's dreamers up

& spits them out
to live branded
& afraid of their own shadows

a town
I want to leave
a town that once I loved

You want to drag me to the Sea
I want to write poetry
'It's too late for such a trip today'
I say & sip my tea
You still want to drag me to the Sea