Tommy Collins Poetry

Today's trip is my sixth along this road Since the beginning of the year and is The first in all that time that will not see Us spend a while together at the end. I continue North for a workshop on The craft of acting and the differences Between it and pretending, to learn to tell A true story through someone else's words Less than a week after my own words failed me And our romantic picture faded out, Perhaps to intermission, just a break, But far more likely the end of the act. Fin.

I think I could show the world my Genius if only I were not so easily Distracted by such fleetingly Interesting things as virtual card games On computer screens or poor shows Or over-hyped sports events on TV, Or last minute shopping just before Ten p.m. for some strange beer I've yet to try or midnight snacks, Or recipes for soups or chocolate cakes, Experiments with herbs and spices Or the impulse every few weeks To run, to exercise, take out my bike Or buy some new piece of equipment, Or replying late to messages and mail Rather than responding straight away, Or cleaning and clipping my nails, Practising shaving techniques with new blades, Or driving around the city with friends, Or drinking tea, trying to ply all trades, Or starting new poems and lacking the Attention to properly finish them