A Pantoum
I always have to be ready,
Who knows when inspiration will strike?
I guzzle down this wine with hand unsteady,
My brain fogs and I think what I like.
Who knows when inspiration will strike?
But I’m taken aback by its presence.
My brain fogs and I think what I like.
I find myself preferring its absence.
I’m taken aback by its presence.
It pours out faster than before.
I find myself preferring its absence -
I can’t take it anymore.
It pours out faster than before,
Charging with intent and purpose.
I can’t take it anymore
In this absurd mind of a circus.
Charging with intent and purpose,
I can’t take back the ink from my pen.
In this absurd mind of a circus,
Will the chaos ever end?
I can’t take back the ink from my pen,
So eager for the momentum to ease.
Will the chaos ever end?
May I have another glass, please?
Eager for the momentum to ease,
I guzzle down this wine with hand unsteady.
May I have another glass, please?
I always have to be ready.