Tuesday poem: (All written out)
October 24, 2016
All written out —
ink pushes no poems
flat-lining
P.S. Cottier
My brain, if not my heart, is convinced that the year is ending, even if it’s only late October. I have been running around too much to do the poem thing enough. Definitely looking forward to taking a break in December to jump start the brain. Must buy jump-leads.
Or vodka, which is nature’s jump-lead.
PS Cottier 