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.