Work Room
by Mathew Paust
She's the only one here
besides me--
had always preferred to work alone,
until it got down to
the linguistic surgery.
Indispensable, she--
guards the door from other sensibilities,
manages with fearless acuity
the constant inner jabber of
compartmentalized conceits.
I am the poet, though, make no mistake--
yes, she scans the words, smiles at some, on others turns her back,
may change her mind—
yes I want her pleasure, yes mine comes first, yes her
indifference devastates.
"guards the door from other sensibilities,manages with fearless acuity the constant inner jabber" So THIS is how you manage to write such electric poetry! I want one of her. (But can't afford to pay her.) *
Ha. Thanks, Gita. I believe she has a brother...
"yes her
indifference devastates."
Fun reading.
Thanks, Erika.
"indifference devastates"...kinda heartbreaking, Matt.
It can be, Kitty. Thanks.
Oldest unhealthy relationship in literary history.
hehe...some of us need it, Gary.
What Gary said. Also, "her indifference devastates." You bet it does.
Love "...down to the linguistic surgery." Focus.
Thanks, Dianne.
Linguistic surgery! Love it!
What Neil said.*
Thanks, guys.
*, Mathew. . "yes her indifference devastates.
Thanks, David.
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Thanks, Sam.
*Yep. I know her. Mine's female, too. Nope. That's wrong. There's a male muse who has strong opinions that drops by sometimes. Very hard on me when I lean toward cute.
Hehehe. Cute comes with the package, Nonnie. Makes us try a tad harder.