too pissy for poetry
feeling obligated to write
is like feeling
obligated to fuck.
sometimes the air is rotten for it.
but the right foreplay
changes a mood,
and reading Bukowksi
makes one willing
to sit at the keyboard.
is like feeling
obligated to fuck.
sometimes the air is rotten for it.
but the right foreplay
changes a mood,
and reading Bukowksi
makes one willing
to sit at the keyboard.
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Author's Note
Not tonight, I've got a headache.
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nice.
love "sometimes the air is rotten for it."
Good piece. I like the tension between the opening declaration and the closing's focus on process.
Nice to have a muse. *
Led here by Frankie and thankful.
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Really liked the honesty and arc of this. Molly Bloom used to do it for me.
Ain't that the truth? Glad you wrote it. Well done.
Thank you all so much for the kind comments and the favs, goodness!
A big Fuck Yes! *
You got the obbligato, your glissando's a cinch!