and sought to brew
a tast of what we once consumed
in joy and secret
or in public places
The revelry of pure expression
Brought to paper lovingly
We spoke and shared over chicken fingers
I spilled sauce on your things
What was it that I had at masters that I've so often sought to deny
When I convinced myself I was never one of you
Was it a lie?
Well, I've written sparcely since we dispersed
And my being has become more bland
Work emails never flow in verse
Cubicles constrain & countermand
I hope I see you all again
But maybe I won't -- time will tell
For now I hope this entry finds you
Living, Loving an Writing well
JML
this made me smile so big.
ReplyDeleteAww... Justin, I miss having you to read poetry with.
ReplyDeleteI found my Albatross poem the other day and remembered how you insisted on reading "Death!" ^_^
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hey dude... nice poem
ReplyDeleteyou should start writing your work e-mails in haiku :P