If you are like me
If you’re like me and gingerly dare
to think of yourself as no more than a fair
dabbler in lite verse but never as a poet,
an unmerited conceit as inappropriate
as placing my dabblings in the same class
of versifiers like that of Ogden Nash.
Then you’d know the feeling of sitting
hourly in a well-worn desk chair sipping
cheap jug wine and waiting patiently
for ideas and words, while indifferently
the afternoon drifts away blind to my
very existence; but then, as in a dark sky,
an idea flashes like a bolt of lightening
in my mind followed by a hail of pelting
words, just when the ratio of blood to wine
has sharply dipped and left me more incline
to sleep than write, the effect of alcohol
temporarily making me awol.
Mar. 29, 2011
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