Terrible with Titles

I’m not very good at writing long, literary worthy blog entries. I buckle under the pressure of maintaining some kind of face so I generally avoid it. However, it’s late and I’ve had my one cup of coffee of the week (stupidly at nine thirty at night) and am feeling open to the challenge.

Just to note – I’ve deleted everything I’ve written so far so that was short-lived motivation.

Here’s an unfinished, ambiguous poem:

I am wholly infatuated with the stench of pine

Content strapped into this traffic jam

There’s a lo fi hum in my left ear – the right

Speaker has beat its last.

My steering wheel has reduced to foam

But I’m still going on four rubber toes, with

A churning metal heart

As we tred water a man smokes

His wife, presumably chats, taps on a phone

About her sister’s divorce – nonchalant.

I am wholly infatuated with the stench of pine.

2 responses to “Terrible with Titles”

michaelalexanderchaney

August 28, 2013

Some great images there. I like how artfully disconnected they are.

1. Jenn
  
  August 28, 2013
  
  Thanks! I was in a traffic jam at the time and I just got thinking about how everyone is in the same situation, but everyone is so disjointed from each other – the car is a personal arena.
  
  Thank you :]

Bridget Hart