I’m not very good at writing long, literary worthy blog entries. I buckle under the pressure of maintaining some kind of face so I generally avoid it. However, it’s late and I’ve had my one cup of coffee of the week (stupidly at nine thirty at night) and am feeling open to the challenge.
Just to note – I’ve deleted everything I’ve written so far so that was short-lived motivation.
Here’s an unfinished, ambiguous poem:I am wholly infatuated with the stench of pine Content strapped into this traffic jam There’s a lo fi hum in my left ear – the right Speaker has beat its last. My steering wheel has reduced to foam But I’m still going on four rubber toes, with A churning metal heart As we tred water a man smokes His wife, presumably chats, taps on a phone About her sister’s divorce – nonchalant. I am wholly infatuated with the stench of pine.