Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

Impromptu

i woke
hard
ly notic
ing 
that she
she is
nude modeling
i am
crudely drawing
her figure
with words

refreshing my page
on my computer
on my paper
erasing
distasteful mistakes
taking away
layers of lost years
res
urrect
ing myself
in 2/4

cut time
asking the metronome
to slow to largo
so i can
dance
with her flames
the heart of fire
is heat
in heat
i find
her

one time
i did this once
hands held
over
a bum's barrel 
in a Boston barrio 
her torso
torturing me
to a fever pitch
throw
another poem in

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 8, 2019 at 12:35 PM I enjoyed that. :) Jeff Connelly February 8, 2019 at 1:35 PM So happy you did. In an un-Hitleresque way, a dear friend and I used to burn our old poetry from the previous year. Burn only the lines that were never meant to be. Never keep them in your head. In Boston, after an Irish pub with a harp, not the beer; but profusely calmed by Jameson and Guinness, my friend and I burned that last years' slop and scum that clung onto our thoughts of poems that never got or made the grade. Thanks Maureen!!!