Poetus Interruptus
There are few things so inspirational
As my morning caffeine and constitutional
Pushing chlorinated water or pavement behind
Puts a golden charge straight into my mind
That talk to text feature is my salvation
To throw down verse while in motion
Write it down, oh yes I’d better
Before it gets eaten by the Forgetter
Yet every day, to my frustration
Responsibilities loom, to block expression
See, it turns out my family likes to live indoors
And not eat crumbs of old food off the floor
So it’s a race through the shower, off to work
Without a moment to hesitate or shirk
Work in temporary order, brief reprieve
Put more verse on paper before it leaves
If only the pager would give it a rest
I’d have the time to throw down my best
But I won’t be retiring for a decade or three
So this is how inspiration works for me
3/25/16
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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