May 2, 2021

will i ever do
anything
with these poems
?

~~~

how does my brain go from
zero to brilliant concept
in the early morning light
but struggles to even discuss
the rest of my morning
(in poetical form)
just twenty minutes later?

~~~

and if i’m struggling
with concepts
in mornings
does that imply that
i should start writing
in the evenings
[instead/as well]?

or am i
simply
struggling
because all i actually want to be doing
is reading my own book?

(and then is that
because
it’s actually good
or because
i simply wrote
what i want
out of a book
?
)

~~~

oh
to be as adept
at knowing
[and incorporating]
language/words
as well as
e. e. cuummings

~~~

five poems
and barely over
one hundred and twenty five words

~~~

what
will my day hold
next?

April 21, 2021

i don’t know how
people
do it.
write poetry about the big things
falling in love
feeling betrayed
birth
rape
death

i’ve tried and i always feel
i’m missing a piece of the puzzle
like my particular words
cheapen
my majestic moments.

but i’m more than happy
to write odes
to sour patch kids
express a love for
one particular flower
paint a poetic portrait
over the act of writing poetry
i thrive on the little things

(but do people actually want to read poems
about how my morning was?)

April 16, 2021

sometimes
you just need
some saxophones screaming at you
[from your tiny laptop speakers]
with crazy drumbeats
drumming
cymbal beats
into your soul
as a way to wake you up in the morning

and sometimes
you just need
to take a little break from
morning pages poetry
to talk with your spouse
and make them blush
at how much love
you have
for them

and sometimes
you just need
coffee.