i lie in the room
amphetamized, wild
& no-one to talk to
who knows what i do
in those cockroached
hours plucking my strings
like i’m in love
or something & i sing
so fine
when i think you’re listening
The flip
side is ———I don’t know it
yet
but i’m minutes from imagining
the best opening line
ever
Interred
up to his neck in the lake
Macbeth
now contemplates
from the other side We’re
flies all of us
sport & the devil
knows how (!) the wine
is consumed too quickly
Thoughtlessly
Yeah , keep on keeping your head above water!
thanks David
Claret spilled without a thought is a blood-letting too hasty, indeed. But there’s something that feels relatable about this – the neurosis of it, perhaps. Eloquently, and uniquely framed; as per usual, awesome poem.
cool, thanks Sommer