ever had those moments
of artistic remorse
where you want to burn
your imagination?

I want to burn this poem
I want to burn my poems.

I'm no poet,
I'm a ******* narcissist,
I'm a ******* farce.

*******.

In the end it was a case of
'I've probably got to ****;'
moving off in all directions
seeking the hallow holy spill
-drip of sweet relief. the
washroom is the last place you
are guaranteed solitude like a
lil tyke meditation chamber the
Brahman made sure could not be
tainted with distraction or 'I'd
rather not's,'and it's not that
you'd rather, because kind waits
and last moments go by like this.
but you can safely and suavely
admit to yourself as you lie awake
in bed that you really probably have
to ****. it's your body speaking in
liquid laughter.

it's a part of your language the
rain-clouds have crafted.

it is one relationship that has
eternally lasted.

Oh, holy human waste!

writing poems about
odes about
codes about
nothing

sitting still
except the feel
of fingers typing
something

oh
give it up.

Yielded to the toast on plate,
it's a quaint morning but it
began in boredom. I closed
my eyes and kept them tight
because I knew I had nothing
to do but keyboards and screens
with a side of cleaning. This is
freedom? I suppose freedom is
the choice to this multiplied
one million, but when you
wake up bored, now what?
Someone once told me that
motivation is like a bath-
recommended every day or 2. I
suppose they're right. I really do.

Can you beat the thought monster that keeps you awake at night?
Gives you lots to think about before you're out like light
Wakes you up in a hurry, thinking you left the cooker on
Quick, jump out of bed, and what do you know?
You're wrong.

The thought monster plagues you throughout the night with doubt
But sometimes the thought monster is nice to have about
He makes you remember, reminisce, think way back when.
But other times he's nasty and gives you nightmares again
If only there was an off button for this dreaded beast
If only we could feed him doubts to think of before he sleeps.
But... Maybe he is lonely, and no one thinks of him
He's just trying to be friendly, trying to fit in.
The thought monster may come to visit sometime in the day.
Yet we have things to occupy us so he gets pushed away
So spare a little moment before you go to sleep, and think of the thought monster and give him some thoughts to eat.
Then whilst he is busy, shut your eyes, and go to sleep
As when you are already out the thought monster is beat.