Rum Poem

Rum poem

I stopped
Writing for a while
A long while in fact.
But the howl and hunger
And rum
Trickled me back to the page.

This page.

I realise I want
To write myself different -
To write myself new again.

The rum only washes so far
But the page is always blank
And just by writing that -
I feel better already
And can see a new me
A new tomorrow -

But, damn, the rum may
Piss all over that
And maybe I'll wake up tommorow
Having forgotten the new me