Saturday, March 19, 2011

Pep Talk

This is the place and you are here,
scratched up desk, no chandelier.

Old glasses jabbed into a pot
with dried out pens and fusty thought.
You twist and wind dreams into knots –
This is the place and you are here.

So get it out, good God, be done!
The coffee’s black, your timeline thrums –
this whingy-whine is overdone.

This is the place and you are here –
so suck it up, you chanticleer!

This is the place and you are here.

- Jennifer Hill

3 comments:

Jodi said...

Ah, so lovely. The meter, the near-rhyme.

(I miss you at Facebook, but... YOU ARE HERE!)

Indigo Bunting said...

Yes!

Deloney said...

Oh, this would make such a great song. I wish Syd Barrett were still alive.