“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