Tomorrow’s poem might be my best.
It could be different from all the rest.
I have some ideas I’d like to share.
I’m just not sure if you’ll care.
The title for it I can’t decide.
But I’ll be searching far and wide.
I’m pretty sure it will rhyme.
As they do most of the time.
It may be funny with sad mixed in.
It could have numbers, they make me grin.
I have no end or much of a start.
When it’s done I hope it’s art.
Beginnings are somewhere, this might be it.
But if it’s not I don’t care one bit.
I’ll choose my words carefully, as you can see.
Cos I can’t be sure what’ll come out of me.
That sounds bad; maybe I’ll edit that out.
When something’s good there’s usually no doubt.
It’s time to go, but this chat’s been fun.
I’ll see you tomorrow with perhaps a better one.
I think I have an issue and it’s been a while.
But I’ll be back soon to help you all smile.
I need some time off but I’ll be taking notes.
Maybe I’ll shoot some snaps or study ancient quotes.
I might write a tale of a dragon and a knight.
But they’ll be best friends and never ever fight.
Perhaps I’ll pen an essay of all the worlds’ ills.
Better yet, pornography that might pay the bills.
The choices are seemingly endless but I can’t decide.
I’ve dove into my brain cells searching far and wide.
It’s a dark and squishy place where the palette dwells.
It’s connected to the heart by strings, whistles and bells.
Delving ever deeper ideas come into view.
Words drip from my head, on the page they’re spew.
Their order or direction makes no sense to me.
Then my eyes begin to close and the clarity I see.
The outside world’s distracting, as you are aware.
If there is just one thing, that’s the one we share.
I think I’m waking up now; it must be time to go.
But when I write again I’ll probably let you know.
Maybe a message will set things right.
Or should I wait another night.
Maybe’s she’s waiting for my call.
A show of friendship could say it all.
I’d like to know how she’s feeling.
Maybe like me with a heart reeling.
Will there be anger, will we cry?
Will we laugh, will we lie?
Or will she say “Oh I’m feeling fine”.
Then I’d know she’s never to be mine.
Should I except loss to relive the pain?
Or make the call to break my heart again?