I Almost Wrote a Poem

“I need you and dream of you while I try to drink you away” I almost wrote a poem that began like this (many years ago) to express my unrequited infatuation for a certain beguiling & baffling woman. I almost wrote a poem that rambled on unpoetically about all the tormented feelings & dark ideas that poisoned my already warped mind. But instead— I drowned my sorrows and dragged my sorrowful sardonic self through lowly jobs & lofty ideas like a Kafkaesque Sisyphus --and eructed corrosive prose parodying frenemies as friends became enemies and I found myself submerged in a private cold war with the world (during the Cold War) in the torrid, torpid River City where the alienated artisans ate their own. Maybe someday in the distant future (2020s?) if I’m still around if the world is still around… I’ll actually write this forgettable poem and wish I hadn’t.