“The Ty Martin Method”

Tyler R. Martin

Whiskey in the wine glass
And an ash tray overflowing
Just began a poem
Still not sure where its going

My record player's belting out
Some really gorgeous tunes
In smoke clouds deep in thought
As a flake of idea looms

Just refilled the wine glass
And lit another smoke
Deciding to write a sonnet
Consequently without hope

I'll say something about a woman
And a man of whom she loaths
He's pining for her artfully
But she only wants clothes

He loves her oh so sweetly
But she snarls at his touch
The man then reassess
And decides that it's too much

I just ran out of whiskey
And am smoking my last smoke
Best be done with this shit quickly
Or I might sober, panic and choke

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