Author's Commentary
I chose "people" as the topic although it's specifically about poets, or more accuratley poets finding it hard to be poets. It may be clear in the poem that I've been rather stuck recently myself, though hopefully not too clear.
I could use a coffee.
One that’s better travelled than me.
It’s bloody cold outside,
not much better in here.
“hi darling!
Leave room for scotch.”
God I need a coffee
Christ! It’s 10pm
and my page is still blank.
Ah to hell with it!
Can’t sleep now anyway.
Cool repeats of “friends”.
‘Trudging home between
these spidery limbs,
watching unsteady breath
freezing in the sky.’
That wasn’t half bad.
If only I’d written it down.
I’ll just grab a coffee.
I need some time to think
about the scribbles on my napkin .
“Cappuccino please, double.
Got a pen? Mine's broken.
By the way where’s the bin?"
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