Write Drunk, Edit Sober

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


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


Of another drunk

Who got seriously sunk

In spirit

Do you get it?


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