I’ve been chosen
to write some
******** essay
for a national poetry magazine,
i’ve called everyone i know
to tell them the news
to talk about what i
should say,
nobody answered____
so here i am
alone, listening to old dusty records
typing on a broken machine
and oddly thinking of
guitars, under the sea
trying to play music;
it is sad and good and quiet
and i am alone drowning with it,
i need another glass of wine
i walk to the fridge and open it
for a bottle uncorked earlier
and close it
along with this subject.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
I’ve been chosen
to write some
******** essay
for a national poetry magazine,
i’ve called everyone i know
to tell them the news
to talk about what i
should say,
nobody answered____
so here i am
alone, listening to old dusty records
typing on a broken machine
and oddly thinking of
guitars, under the sea
trying to play music;
it is sad and good and quiet
and i am alone drowning with it,
i need another glass of wine
i walk to the fridge and open it
for a bottle uncorked earlier
and close it
along with this subject.
