Logging everything today.
As I am Art.
Document, my own file..
Different weeks. Spilled the
Merlot in chapter last..
Rewrite. Canned last
Draft. I’ll write better after a
Walk, a glass. 2much noise
For we secluded scribblers.
Who can they call to put a halt
On my assault? Keep red-garnished
Entries in a vault. Stroll past the
Chardonnay block, so I’ve parred away
Lots. Parted ways, thoughts. No locks.