Monday, November 17, 2008

Now What?

Roger took the bottle, there ain’t no more
Drank the whole damn thing, the whiskey whore.
Left us sitting here our pockets poor
Roger took the bottle, there ain’t no more.

*my short-n-sweet answer to Jo's Word Catalyst prompt*

Monday, November 3, 2008


Not knowing if he is okay
day after day

I am all over the place now
unable to focus on any one piece -
a poem here
a critical essay there
a play that's going God knows where...

Will I ever write again
without wondering
What would he have written
about the Pigs?

Something witty, I'm sure
Why haven't they found a cure?