Some hijinks is always welcome by my muse. As artists, we sometimes forget our partnership has feelings too... and an attitude. He/it/she, so capable in keeping me guessing who's talking/writing.
and post notes and photos about your poem.
by Odin Roark
You are stale
Find fresh sight
Listen for hidden sound
List all you smell beneath the bridge
That place where hopelessness abounds
Avoid disturbing their sleep
Beneath cardboard solace
They desperately attempt
Acceptance of self
Have only to observe
Absorption comes not easy you say
Why would you want to BE that which you absorb?
Well my friend
I know the question well
How many times have you popped that question?
Who am I…
You’ve not been the easiest
I’m still here
I can’t go anywhere
Lest you take me
That’s why I’ll be here
When you return
I’ve got some letters to prepare
Polish up the caps
Dust off some lower cases
You’ll have some words to create
Maybe something worthwhile will light up the night
Worth a try?
You’re disintegrating rapidly
Not easy leaving behind your 20’s
And you’ve been dragging my sorry ass around for decades
Imagination has deadlines too
Reward doesn’t usually come from staring at stars
Do we have to go over this again?
Take your time
I’m a bit beat
Could use a nap