Dogs 2010

DISCONTINUITY
(1/13/10)


all
those years
wasted
thinking that
I could not write
until I had
a nice comfortable
cushion of time
and space
in which
to create

so
without that refuge
I drank instead
and wrote
very little

when
I really
began writing
there was work
women
an old truck
an old house
a tenant
and even
AA

now
I compose
most easily
while at my office desk
answering emails
answering phones
answering the boss
answering employees
processing information
and cranking continuously
on this computer

I get
fleeting opportunities
to click back
to my latest
literary attempt

a few lines here

a few words there

at times
in these
fragmented
endeavors
I need
to thoroughly read
what has been done
in order to understand
my previous
purpose
and intent

sometimes
it's lost
entirely

sometimes
it should
be lost

poems
will end
on a note
previously unseen
at the outset

I enjoy
the results
much more
using this
frantic
mad method

my working
left brained reality
seems to blend easily
into the right brained
creativity
to spawn
a special combination
never conceived
when just
writing
alone

I enjoy
the results

means
be damned

the reader
may be
damned
as well