invited to a Poetry Reading I was thrilled with the fear of misanthropy.
asked to read I was filled with surprise
and
declined.
a friend had sane advice for me;
THIS IS EXACTLY WHATS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN
he said.
YOU’RE A WRITER YOU MUST GO.
I would meet Writers/like-minds hot with new words.
posters in bus stops on route to elation and clarity.
determined to show my face Outside The Comfort Zone
I planned
the
baby steps.
come noon Friday/camera and hipflask loaded ready
when
insomnia induced half migraine split my brain like old wood with the roar of a city.
yawning epic pride lion/liquid exhaustion tumbles
onto
the
back of shaking hands.
30 min power nap failed/cold dagger sweat
only
sign of life.
neither networked nor impressed/not drinking in pub basement
with
Writers in the City.
damn this light detox. damn its waking nights.
damn its dreams of ghostly pyjama children.
exactly whats supposed
to happen
will
have
to
happen
another
time.
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