Apparently, that’s an Ernest Hemingway quote. It is quite brilliant and sums up how I write – either drunk with alcohol or spirit…. Just not sure I edit…. sober or otherwise – at least not here…
Write Drunk, Edit Sober
I sit here with my white wine
Ziggy plays on the stereo
The keyboard scattered with
Crumbs from lunch
My fingers tapping
As I am rapping
With words
I’m drunk
Certainly not sober
And this poem will never be edited
It may be reddited
To see what you all think
But do you think I care
When I share my inner self
Gathering dust
Sitting on a shelf
No one reads my stuff anyway
I got lots to say
But no one listens
So I’m just another drunk
Talking to himself
Muttering some words
Under my breath
And waiting for death
To take me home
Where I can never be alone
Again
Sinking in my chair
I’m slowly losing my mind
Words and letters
Appear unfettered
Right on my screen
And so it seems
My thoughts
(Yes I am self taught)
Are here to stay
Though no way
Will anyone give a shit
About anything I say
But maybe when I am gone
These words will form a song
They’ll sing
A drunk he might have been
But his words
Were bullets to the heart
And he edited them
As sober as a judge
Nudge, nudge
Laughter rings
An angel sings
It’s nonsense anyway
And everything I say
Ramblings
Of another drunk
Who got seriously sunk
In spirit
Do you get it?