There Should be Beer
There should be beer here resting on the neat desk I used to call a workshop,
There should be a bottle with liquids sloshing around the bottom of the glass.
There should be a notebook on the corner of the crooked coffee table, or, at least, I think that's where I put it.
Where's the pencil I left placed on the pink floral picnic blanket?
Where's the coral colored flip notes I keep tucked next to my coasters?
Gone with her? All of it gone?
Well I know,
There should be beer
Here
Resting on the neat desk that I
Used to call
A workshop.
YOU ARE READING
The Aggravated Mind
PoetryEmbracing a new pattern or rhythm of life. Taking on new ways of thinking and washing away the old. A sweet love of verse and song. My heart will go on. *Author's note* Note will be random insight to the poems of this book.
