I inhale smoke as though
it can fill the emptiness
but it drifts in
and blows out
and am left only
with destruction
and the possibility
of lung disease
I drink strong coffee as though
it can fill the emptiness
but I swallow it
and pee it out
and I am left only
with dehydration
and the possibility
of a sleepless night
16 September 2007
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This poem is like a black comedy in miniature. It's sad but it also made me laugh. Sorry I've been too bust to stop by before. I've got a week before I must POST my eca.
I'm still only putting early drafts and automatic writing on here, no finished pieces. But several of those early pieces of automatic writing are now influencing a larger something that I am working on - so perhaps it has been worth while after all.
Good luck with the ECA.
:-)
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