Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Under the table

He writes that way sometimes. Notebook pressed up against the unvarnished wood, pencil in hand because the pen won't work.

He knows his poems don't amount to much but he writes them anyway.

Trying to capture what lies beneath language. Trying to negotiate with his other, more sober self.


Anonymous said...

Sounds so familiar. :)


The Wholesome Satyr said...

The question to ask is,'Who will be king?'

You are lucky you can write that way.