The words, bottled, poured. Need to
Be at keys, typing. A glass or
3 would help. Lunch break, time
assigned. Do I approve? Not really.
But a fight would breed more pages.
On move, type faster.
Tired, just want to sit facing screen.
It’s almost done, that book–
Interim stoutness. Next click,
Descending. Not in any mood for this
Session. Just being honest. So can
This ever reach a shelf? Good question
Here, I’m self-hired. So I’m on break. Now–
Listening to my son’s songs, that tenor’d
Optimism, I’m again re-schooled. He’s
Ordering more verse from me, 2 attire
in Poetry.

11/29/12