get in the mood
works better when I'm alone
the kitchen needs to be clean
I need a coffee
I must smoke
excuses to be found
all around
bound to float without a destination
on the wings of some peculiar sensation
offline
it's as if words are not meant to be written
as long as I'm smitten by repetition
I forgot to write
line by line
out of practice

the gnome sitting on  my back
whispers that I'm tired
throwing me offtrack
I'm hot, the wind blows
I'm cold, the Sun shines
I'm neutral, my mind rushes
not good enough, concentrate
elevate the way you think
lift the veil, unveil the demons
that lurk within
prepare a feast worthy of kings
see if the offerings pleases
reap the benefits
out of context
context
meaning
convey emotions
poetry, what's it really about?

roll another cigarette
drink another coffee
find more excuses to whine about
while writing nothing at all
dig, keep on digging
dig your own grave
lament how you've become a ghost
trapped in visions of the past
how these will outlast
your shiny and glowing being
write nothing, keep them all
in your mind
be blind, see magnificently crafted rhymes
be mute, shout words melting into lines
be deaf, hear the melody of your words
caught in the lines above
trying to figure out what fits
and breaks the monotony
of the absurd
so boring-
perhaps reality has a stronger grip
than I like to admit
while my mind enjoys ideas
flesh begets flesh
and you can't really live
by manufacturing halfy chewed
and then spat chunks of trash wisdom
-
sometimes I starve for paper
while imagining myself in the arms
of my muse
-
that's it, you've written some words
pat yourself on the back
go to sleep
wake up and get lost in patterns
come again
start complaining