A short poem about the high and low of finishing a piece of writing.


Complete / Incomplete

Restlessness, wandering the streets
the Big Work, first draft done
Too high a high, dropping now
not far enough to hit, dismembered

Know the cure, know the way back up
Kick it in the ass, the second draft
climb back on and ride this baby home
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

THE SMELL OF TWEED
AND TOBACCO

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