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Blank screens aren’t
anything and, sure,
keys clack but they
I need destruction
when my words won’t
work for me
and metal and glass
don’t buckle like
It’s short, it’s sweet- It’s Friday. Welcome to your weekend, folks. You made it another week out and alive. Got to writing the one above when I had a bit of writer’s block going on. I have a three step process. I write it down on paper first, then I write it down in a NotePad doc, and then I transfer it to here. Sure, that seems like a little overkill but there is just something about being able to crumple up a piece of paper and toss it at a cat that makes me feel a little easier about going at another draft.
Well, as always, I hope your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and that Monday comes and finds you roaring and ready to go.
Epic and extraordinary are
words meant for proteges
and those bright souls
a little more life to live.
I just wanna be a footnote
inconsistent but well wrote
and, some day, have someone
half-drunk trace an old line
with their hand and say aloud
She wasn’t half-bad’.
Well, made it to Friday finally, folks. Congrats on that! This poem here was originally scheduled for Weds but, well, apparently you have to click the publish button for them to post. Who would have thought I’d forget that after over 180 posts? Anywho, this is a little one that I thought you might enjoy. Sort of an explanation of what I’m shooting for in life.
Well, as always, here’s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and that Monday finds you roaring and ready to go for another round!
Roll out of the bed where my vices
Forgot their clothes, face my demons
Time to go,
I brush my teeth they snap their claws
Tap their feet and grind their jaws
Back to it I’ll have to go
A week in hell, I do it all just to know
Why, the devil, he smiles so.
Back to it, folks. Hope your Monday isn’t being a beast to you and that you’ve had time to shake that hangover off. I’m slowly getting through the day here and hoping that my week goes by already so I can get back to the activities that don’t feel like such a waste of my time. You know, like having a drink, lounging around with friends, and contemplating the universe between shots.
Well, hang in there, because you’re up and the hardest part is over now. As always, here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
What matters most is a tough one,
but what simply means something I find easy.
I locate a species wide norm and nominate it
before I begin delving in colloquially
Add in a dash of borrowed wit and give it a
little kick of my smart aleck and snide chime
and, folks, you’ve got yourself the makings of
a good ol’ fashioned rhyme.
It’s true. That right there is my formula for sitting down and writing poems. Well, at least ones I post on here, at least. It’s short, simple, and too the point; basically it’s me in written form. Anywho, today is just a short one that describes how I get things done and keep them moving along, even when my brain wants to call it quits or my muse refuses to reschedule his hair appointment. Here’s to still hoping that your week is going by quickly and that Friday feels just on the horizon!