on tar pitch, wrong ambitions & 80% orgasms

 

Sitting in the corner of the bar,
observing cautiously, hair tousled,
scarf wrapped tight
across my face, only my eyes
are visible and i am searching–

for myself, and while i do, i‘m sucking
fresh tongued beer through a
blue dotted straw (and think..) you know its
not about perfection, never was,

maybe it‘s just about
accepting circumstances, more so
when a certain ugliness like tar pitch
clings to them as in the Mother Hulda fairytale
when we do things with wrong ambition,
gold turns into pitch and breakthrough
never happens & i think about

our conversation on an early
sunday morning, laying sleepy, room still smelled
of sex and we discussed percentage levels
of a perfect climax– i have been there
and i‘m well aware of shadows,
painting abstract patterns on my life,

the barman smiles and i ask
for another beer & later i may

take a pen, pull out my notepad,
write a poem or a letter or just draw
some trees, a beach, add waves by
spilling beer across the page and
on the swing i’ll place

a skinny girl with hazel eyes &
she looks happy

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i’ts my pleasure to tend the OpenLinkNight dVerse bar today – come write a poem and join the fun..gates open 3 pm EST..in case you like your beer with a straw…no problem at all.. smiles

And on another note.. there’s a new poetry chap book, freshly pressed by Willow Tree Press UK, featuring Brian Miller, Gay Cannon, Pete Marshall, Shan Hendry, Adam Dustus and.. myself..smiles.. it’s available for purchase here..