Poem: Complete Incomplete

A short poem about the high and low of finishing a piece of writing.
Complete / Incomplete Restlessness, wandering the streets the Big Work, first draft done Too high a high, dropping now not far enough to hit, dismembered Know the cure, know the way back up Kick it in the ass, the second draft climb back on and ride this baby home Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow	This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.