inspiration lasts
approximately
.03 of a second

any longer than
that and you’re
creating memories
of that idea that
burned just moments
before

this is why I don’t paint,
or write prose, or jot down
songs

because creation
can only be kept
up for an incredibly
tiny amount of
time

so tiny
that the creation
of a single
poem
is millions
of times longer
than the life
of the inspiration
that birthed it
in the first
place

so on poetry,
and why I write,
I say,

because I do get inspiration,
like tiny bubbles in a can of
soda,
and I have to do
something with them
or else it all spills out on the
world, as a sticky
mess