cocktail napkin scribblings

in the vastness of solitude

a napkin can be a friend

quietly consuming your thoughts

with a few flicks of a pen

 

cool glass dripping smudges

wet words make fuzzy text

cold beer makes fuzzy minds

I can write a symphony of thought

floating, blissful, medicinal thoughts

and hide them under the frothy foam

of a smooth slippery drink

 

subtle ambient noises

more like voices flickering

in the distance

the distance of mighty oceans

and yet I’m so close

to everyone

I could make eye contact

a contact sport

so nearly alone

in the diminished renderings

of a smooth buzz caught

on a cocktail napkin

somewhere between a scribble

and a scream

Reviews

[Beccy]

I have scribbled in such a way many times. Often it comes to nothing, in the same way, that a brief few words, or a glance across a crowded room, leads nowhere; but sometimes, just sometimes, the spark becomes flame.

Keep scribbling. :))

Beccy.

[barleygirl]

This is brilliant & compelling, all along. I looked at that title & was expecting something much more mundane. I was delightfully surprised with the freshness of your approach. Great dance of barstool imagery & the writing life. Love the closely repeated words: "make eye contact a contact sport" . . . and the last two lines create a strong finale for your magnificent musings! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie