Promises are made to be broken,
as a stereotype that is a mere token,
that I will leave with you,
where am I going too, that you can not be
with me?

No where and everywhere all at once,
there is much, I see I could put in poetry,
but I promised, my self, among my many selves,
that I would pull out of my computer and off of the shelves
the three stories one hundred and fifty thousand six hundred and forty two words
in total
on the whole
and add and edit and add and review, maybe change a genre, just for you a
possible future reader or critic.

There are dark unknown shadows when and where I go, where I'll stop to sleep
oh I don't know, I will travel far but maybe end up no where I know, I hear there is
a snow storm coming, best to stay indoors, which I seldom do no matter what
Ms. Nature has in store.

If I find time on my hands, don't mind the ink pains or blood stains when I do,
for it'll mean, I am bored or I miss all of you I may be gone a month or two,
I could be radical and call it a sabbatical but I still have to go to my day job, so lets
plan on meeting by March 31st, I may get a burst of inspiration and what is the
worst that could happen is I write a poem or two, read all you written, and leave
footprints and refuse behind so that you'll know "I have been" and left a mess
for you to clean
while not trying to be obscene, um I mean make a scene.

As well I have some paperwork to do, which make cost me time but if IT, I  do
not do, IT will cost me more, emotional currency is more dear than bitcoin,
could you spare a few? (Emotions I mean if I run out, leaving me drained,
stuck in the DOWN spout?)

I will be listening to music while a way, Great Big Sea inspires me, anything Celtic,
Mumford and Sons, Good For Grapes, and the sound track to Les Miserables,
some classical music and the odd opera piece, no seriously I mean ODD, and then
there is all that jazz... I am really not going, I hate goodbyes, I will be writing
quite close even, Nearby.

I would blow you a kiss and say "mwahh", if you did not take that as an advance,
and if you would be so kind as to blow one my way, I will put it near to my heart
so it keeps beating away.