High Sierra -- edit 4

[tectak]

Hi, your poem is interesting in the sense that you wrote it whilst on drugs, although I would say that it will be far more interesting to you than to anyone else as it is disjointed and a bit 'mad'.
However, you do have an interesting way with words and your explanation of how the poem was written is in itself more of a poem. Billy noticed this also. I would reiterate what Billy has said, the poem is in your reply.

"I inadvertently rejected a cute blond trying to casually chat me up, who was working for live nation...she was on MDMA and maybe coke, and I destroyed her by not being able to form any answers"

Even in this there is a poem ready to be teased out...

Keep writing

Mark

Absolutely agree...though if he had written this whilst on drugs:

BSINH

Her insides were gold and slipped by offers,
frankincense folded money into heads full;
no words came.

She gave a sign; two arrows split above her head,
one mine. I tried to tell her I was already hit upon
but we died like targets of split apples.

Shame, she could have vomited that hit...
I was ready.

tectak
1969. Redcar racecourse after the Jazz Festival. Ain't it always the way?
(Sorry. This is almost a hijack. End. I may post the whole thing but I don't understand it all.)
See what I mean? Pitcher and Piano Saturday?
Best, very best,
tectak