Weekly Poem #6: Writing

Writing is a bottle of whiskey. Writing is an excuse to not have to talk and experience people. Writing is me. Writing is having my words sound better in my head then they do on paper. Writing is giving voice to those at the margins of society that don’t have a voice. Writing is simply sitting alone in my basement @ 3:40 am putting one word after another word and breaking them up with occasional punctuation. Writing is lonely work. Writing is masturbating. Writing is getting into trouble sometimes. Writing is having a muse even though I don’t need one. Writing always inevitably involves a girl somehow, at least the good writing. Writing is about making sacrifices. Writing just is. Writing is about not having a choice. Writing is an excuse to get drunk.

* I hope this sums up writing to me in the moment. Its complicated. Most things are complicated. And it doesn't matter because I'm writing these for myself. Doesn't seem like anyone else is reading them.

Weekly Poem 5: 2 4 1 deal

If I’m lucky I will forget
Moved past the point of pretending
That I am doing this for work
Or maybe it once was
And I crossed that line
Like Hemmingway or Fitzgerald
Or Kerouac who at least had his romance
And a novel about Big Sur
There’s nothing mystical
About having to face tomorrow

More suffering,
And having to start all over again
Because if I’m lucky I will forget.

Weekly Poem 4: Untitled (Blood?)

No Title

I’m bleeding like its that time of the month
Along the knuckle of my ring finger
My left nostril
Along my ankle
A mosquito bite on my thigh
My earlobe

Too many nerves, it could be worse
At least I’m sleeping now

Or my knuckles could be cracked
Or a lump on the head
Or I’d be drunk already
Or I’d be making threats

Just a poem written in the moment

Thank you, thank you, thank you
You probably don’t know why

*I just realized after reading the previous three entries that I actually like what I've written. And I think I'm going to cannibalize them and use them in other poems. As a reminder I've been writing this ussually the day I post them here. Sometimes if I'm on a roll I'll write more than one, so I have other ones lying around on the old memory stick. Maybe when I have enough or I get good enough at it I'll go bi-weekly.

Weekly Poem #3: To Build a Universe

I had hoped to build a universe
A controlled blast
Determined bang
My rules my way
My own dimension

But universes just happen
Atomic bodies collide
Something emerges from nothing