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Optimism comes in small spurts now
by Jolie Jordan
Tell me why we battle over whiskey,
or rather
with / during / afterwards
whatever works better for you, baby.
There are no guarantees
so I don't buy new furniture
anymore.
I just have to be honest, sunshine.
I don't know where I'll be
in the next six months
and neither do you,
so the last thing we should be doing
is placing bets
or spliting big purchases.
08/17/2010 Author's Note: ( Relax ikea, I'll still visit. )
Posted on 08/17/2010
Copyright © 2024 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 08/17/10 at 09:28 AM I feel like the author's note should be the last line of the poem. It is playful even with the guarded nature of the idea. Last line, "splitting" needs one more 't.' Again, I have lived this, so much in the air, so much to doubt...~JPP |
| Posted by V. Blake on 08/18/10 at 12:32 AM Battle with whiskey. Very clever. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 08/19/10 at 01:04 AM your poetry = raw honesty = mark of quality. i like your rugged look at life...this is no different. no glitter or ribbons, just the guts. yessss yesss. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 08/29/10 at 11:16 AM Rearranging furniture is obviously not the issue here, though the metaphor is sitting comfortably, which is where it all begins, in the end :> |
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