Tonight I am sharing a sort of free verse thing that I pulled out of a quick write. It is what it is…
Damned Dailies
Here I am again...
6:53 pm with bits of rice
stuck to my shirt.
There’s no beer in the house
and whiskey is too much
trouble to pour...
so ice water, soy sauce and
a Chinese fortune cookie
are now fueling me through
this self-inflicted insanity
my yearly flogging…
penance for my sins
Sins sit well enough in the corner
until December when I
drag them out to purge
or memorialize or
deconstruct them in order
to craft a new verse.
Condensation forms on my glass
which in turn is steadily
dripping on my shirt.
I look down and see a spot
of mustard and, like my sins,
I poke at it in vain.
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