Two Poems(?) I jotted down while at lunch the other day.
The Napkin:
A short life
At first, Clean Crisp Defined
Cosy with Friends
A world that makes sense
Suddenly,
Pulled Apart,
Wet, Crumpled,
Discovered Purpose
Cleaning up the Slime,
Then disposed,
Purposeful.
#2:
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Sitting at the bar
Drinks fizzing around
Bubbles on the tongue
Starring at the face in the mirror
Who is the stranger
So familiar
But OLD
I might remember
Seems unimportant now
Just sit at the bar
Bubbles on the tongue
These reflect the very odd state of mind I have been in lately.....