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Watching paint dry

I'm sitting at the computer

glass in hand
glass of cheap red wine
in hand


Ever felt the need
to break out of the
norm?

Or if there isn't a norm.
Let's break out
of the norm

Anway?

So,
I'm sitting at the computer.
And I will be
for a while
(half a bottle of wine left,
shop over the road)

And I think,
as it's what I do normally
anyway,

Let's just write,
what comes into my head.

But, as I said just up there,
(three lines, if you want to check up on me)
I'm not a big one for planning.

So I try and think
of theme
of context
of texture
of love
of hate
of anger
of angst (it's popular)
of passion
of motive
of motif.

It's all been done before,
(even the inability to write without the
requisite bottle of wine, it's been done much better,
by much more fucked up than me)

So what do I offer?


It's a question for another day.
Ask me tomorrow,

I blush easily when embarrassed.

Please tell me what you think

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Comments

  • ecrivain01 silver member
    March 10

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    LOL ...

    you're a rare find then. Most people nowadays are so jade that blushing isn't even in the range of possibilities.

    Clever write.


  • rebeka
    January 28
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    i still love this
  • Astral Flare
    December 7, 2007

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    I'm reminded of that Family Guy show when Peter monologues himself. This poem really made me chuckle, and that's quite difficult to do without being annoying. Bravo. Great work!
    -Tim


  • rebeka
    September 21, 2007

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    brilliant way to end this.

    stream of thought, perfect stream of thought, and your dry sense of humor is always tight. i want to break out of the norm too, but i am never sure how to get back in if i don't like what i find 'out there'

    this is good stuff beebs, i dreamed about your name last night, i dreamed of the name Beeble...i found it odd to have such a dream, i brought my coffee in here and found a poem by you that i had not read, so some little energy in this write must have been meant for me to see it. "i am sitting at the computer, cup in hand, cup of strong coffee in hand", and i am wondering too, what is it that i must change? a question for another day.