I’ve got pockets full of troubles don’t offer me a fiver I can’t make change I’d pay more than a penny for new thoughts new stories different endings tearing holes in my pockets pour out my sorrows ending up with rocks in my shoes
A hot shot writers prompt this weekend (one word cues a 5 minute writing sprint) got me writing the first poem I’ve concocted in nearly a year – yes ten tragic poetically void months. So here it is, comments by other writers on the same prompt pending, and hopefully your poetic responses too. Let’s spark … More Sohbet – hot shot: humiliation
So, I kinda snapped the other day and tweeted what turned out to be a rather erotic poem of longing for the bananas I was impatient to see ripen. This cracked me up enough, I figured there were probably lots of other erotic love poems to fruit could be written, so take this as a … More Sohbet – Fruit Erotica
Threads of thought tangled tight in my chest. Pain in taunt chords, keeps me from sleep. I search for the pill that will start their loosening. A remedy of peace, for my life, in pieces. I read a story about a man with a zit. He asked the doctor: “What do I do?” “Let it … More Sohbet – Insomniatic
How many drugs does it take to stop the thinking? What sedative will still this soul? The nights are long; the stories in my head are short. Sadness in loops, feeding back to sadness. Short circuts, shortcircuting my sleep. I read a story about a man with a zit. Asked the doctor: “What do I … More Sohbet – insomnia, festering
