I keep writing poetry at the bar when I'm drunk because I forget to bring my laptop with me and have to resort to napkins :P (Cant write a story on napkins) I also do not usually drink this much but it has been good (and daily).
Yes I have been making up a lot of words lately... must be a drunk thing.
Napkin 1, Untitled
Were you there when I scrawled
my space-time blemishes
Did you wait alongside
tides of
creatures peeling dry, fossilizing
Were you aware beyond
sky's high
because I
felt immensely
PROPENSLY
your presence
moon
and universe
The chill of the air
I dare
to know my path
left of star dust
combusted,
pinkish fragments
streamingly
unseemingly
and rocket-propelled
Napkin #2, also untitled
Haven't got time enough for
predisposition
blossoming contusions of
remission
nature be-lies
pretension
When you've been growing so suddenly
in unrelated directions
sedated by your summons
of figments
come from what-nots
which we ignore.
I implore the
re-hashing
of these scrambled particles
imbalanced by
misplaced gravity
I rise above this
physical form
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment