Dropping bombs in a different universe
Smearing grease on the pages
It’s a poetic blitzkrieg
X drinks in
and Black Widow spiders
Writing like the scribes of old
Starving, head waltzing
Too many just-a-little-ones
to achieve a clairvoyance
of how this night will end
better published on a bathroom stall
Tomorrow I pick through the rubble
of my poetry blitz
But tonight, I revel in the poetic bliss
I had been looking forward to my town’s yearly beer-and-wine-tasting-for-charity event. I was interested in what kind of gobbledygook I would write, so I brought along my pocket notebook.
Last night, drunk me wrote spirits and partials of poems, for a project I’ve entitled “Poetry Blitz”. Now it’s up to sober me to assemble the pieces together and fill in the blanks. And, yes, sober me referenced two works by Dorothy Parker in this finished poem. Sober me felt rather clever.
In another state of mind, a dear friend of mine has returned to the craft. I hope you will take the time to visit the Spiral Artist at https://spiralartist.wordpress.com/. Let him know I sent you over.