On Poetry, And Whatever Else. by Alyssa Trivett

There's this guy who wants

to meet me and go for a 

motorcycle ride with him.

Maybe if my poetry career takes 

off I can buy him a beer.

On the ride, all I would do

is scribble stanzas in my head.

Lately, I've been lollygagging 

on poetry submissions to prestigious places 

where after a $3.65 submission fee, 
they use my poetry as dryer sheets.

My open mic career is on hiatus,

but I can get into QVC at the 

graveyard hour as Mike Rowe did 

to get a start, in general.

In the meantime, I'll have 

incalculable amounts of coffee and 

hope the words settle down at night

so I can count to 110 sheep.

Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. When not working two jobs, she chirps down coffee while scrawling lines. Her work has appeared in many places, but most recently at Ex Ex Lit, and Duane's PoeTree site.