Are all
or how are all
addictions cultivated?
Which hometown made
underwhelming sensations
once upon a time
a companion for recreation
Then in years passing
shifting quicker and quicker
through the single digits
to channels
beginning 4 numbers out
From a five dollar meal
spent away from home
to hunting down
dissatisfaction coupled
with stars?
And now a cloudless day sends tremors
for being
withdrawn from something.
June 14, 2012 at 11:59 am
I love what you’re doing with this blog. Great writing and visuals, great style. I love that you have the theme of discipline and daily writing–I do the same thing for my blog and now for the book I’m working on. It seems like we’re kindred spirits and our writing shares a lot of the same themes, so you’re always invited to visit me at http://www.mariewetmore.com to say hi or share your thoughts.
June 14, 2012 at 12:08 pm
Oh, Keny, it is SO GOOD to see you here. This is a wonderful poem, and I so needed to see it today, and here you are, like an answer. Thank you.
June 14, 2012 at 12:10 pm
I figured I haven’t posted here in quite some time and now that Back Pocket Book is finished I have a little more time to spend here. I’m glad that you enjoyed it.