And then the others have to step back,
To avoid a collision,
As X topples forward,
Dissecting two stools with military precision.
Face down,
Smack.
His story only partly told,
And the mystery man already out cold,
His left cheek,
Stuck to the sticky beer floor,
Sticky beer coating his now sticky beer jaw.
“Oof,” says The Whiz Kid,
With an understated exhalation.
He looks round at the others,
Expecting further exclamation,
Yet all just stare without sound,
At the figure before them,
Crumpled,
Unconscious,
And stuck to the ground.
Great work, keep it coming! I hope the writing is coming a little easier now 🙂
Thanks! I have good days and bad days… speaking of which, I haven’t actually written anything today yet… better get to it…
Imagine my skepticism upon reading “a novel in free verse.” But it looks like you might just pull it off. Keep going.
I know… it feels kind of pretentious just using the phrase ‘novel in free verse’. But that’s what it is. I really appreciate your comments – thanks. I’ll keep posting excerpts so feel free to come back and tell me if I’m losing it!
Really enjoying this…I’m intrigued by your verse style…please share more.