Why do I have  a feeling
this is going to  be like those poems
like theirs and yours

maybe for sure
this.. a flop
flop poem
terrible flute

before all this
chandelier was a beauty
until it fell
and crushed into so many tiny pieces

I wrote tequila to get over it
but
hand me a glass
a bottle of scotch
a paper and pen
tears will be my ink

why this poem
why Why this poem

a string is missing from my guitar
something doesn't feel right
my vocal is gone
my notes and..... that poem

oh
I meant this poem
this titanic piece
am about to write

it doesn't look great
the iceberg
the icicles on our heads
wait
why am I seeing dolphins
I thought this was  that poem