Honesty, away from sentences, the
Expected. Enjoying my eve, not pressuring
Self with grammar, formality.. Just noting
Rhyme, lines, pieces of poetic peace. If
That makes sense. This must be the
Cabernet talking .. And it can continue.
Long as it need, in its free spree.
Blindfold inhibition. Thank you, 2010.
11pm. Minute at my 12. It’s my
Saturday. So what does the writer
Care. Need microphone. The one
Audience member restless– me, my
Other Self, a paralleling I.
Self diagnosis of attempts. Jailed journalist, journaled. Prolong court.