as bad (A Poem) as it seems
It seems I am at a loss lately
Half poems
Half truths
Half me
It seems I dream of what I’m not
Full head
Full fool
Full stop
It seems there may be no escape
But to want
But to wait
But to tolerate
It seems, it seems, oh how it seems
And still
And yet
And…
…Oh fuck it, I forget
-a.r.
Artwork: Portrait of a Self Portrait 4,
by Alexa Meade
sometimesihatemycat 
Surely waiting and tolerating are … Intolerable? Smiles.
Perhaps. I guess it may depend on what you are waiting for and tolerating, and sometimes it is the only option for the moment…until it’s not. Evasive enough for you? Ha ha…I am in a slippery mood today, even I can’t seem to hold on to it.
Smiles. Considers the thought of slippery – although in a different context.
Ha ha, of course you did. I very often speak before I think.
Yeah, I have to spit it out
Oh, whatever’s in my mouth
I have to spit it out (behave your self)
Just like that Black Bat Licorice
-jack white
Good old Jack. A talent
And now I have an ear worm and must go listen…
Yes. I have too. A random JW track