From and Empty Page to...

Written on 11 August 2009

I write my poetry here
It’s an empty page
Well, not any more
Now it’s full of letters and words
Like a glass filling up far too slowly
The patron begging the waiter to fill his glass
Just a little bit more
Just a little bit more wine
Just a little bit more self-indulgence
Just a little bit more fat and grease

This is where I write my poetry
Or rather slather it on the page
As I spit out the chewed bones
And somehow feel fed
Now the page looks like a used napkin
Stained with the remnants of myself indulgence
And I hand it to be read by people
Like a child expecting praise after having wiped their face

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