Tonight I'm going to write about the moon
or the car horns that go off
outside.
I'll write about the wars
or the people in them,
sad tanks dropped into dead zones.
I'll write about the natural disasters
and the way
light seems to trickle,
the majesty of
simple
free
entertainment.

Not a blonde or a brunette.
Not even the redhead.
Not tonight.
Tonight I'll write about the collapsing structure
of America's public education
system. Or the jails,
the cops I've never met,
the men who wait alive in half-death.

I'll pick up Plato again.
He was a good sport.
I will write about his allegory
in reference to Carl Jung's shadow theory.
I'll write down all of it.

Tonight.
But not this morning.

Nice write.

Nice post

Nice thought.

Tomorrow you will read
what you write tonight
and wonder why you waited.

You will think about the women,
especially the redhead,
and ask yourself why.

Why did I leave them out,
allow inspiration to go to bed hungry?

You could just as easily
write about cluttered allies
where junkies lose control
when hookers kneel
to steal their last dime.

Or you could simply name drop
and write about nothing,
nothing at all...

Leigh2154, Brilliant..loved that poetic response. Very lucid very nice

Awesome response Leigh

Loved it(((((PP))))))

Oh, you, Leigh. I've missed you. You're fun.

Love you.

Love you too.