Negativity
The world begins again.
A new storm, trailing blood and booze, washed away into the bright new sun.
State of being, myself again,
Hollow victory replenished
Nightmare shoved down into the place who none call for home
A place, a state I’d never be again
Aware awake alive again
Who roosted in there and cried foul?
Dreams dead, smoking again
But they came inside, kicked me out of my misery
Watching tennis champions on top again
Something got me out of spin
Sorrow unleashed, wound up again
Anniversary passed, death of her, seventh year
Dictionary found, restored to glory
Guitar replaced, play my chords
Well enough to make a sound
Love never to be found
Stop it, spit it out again
Chewing, a bitter taste, tobacco such a waste
Story stopped, paused for reflection
Trying to find the bitterness for him
Instead brooding in clueless optimism
So I come here again
To meet all of my friends
A poem for you
And you and you
Give you something to stew
Don’t stop now, I’m going away
To write some more
For myself to play.
