Friday, February 28, 2014

Fin

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.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Master of None

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