I’ve written a little today
But nothing of real substance
So overall it’s felt pretty slow
Which is where this poem comes from
That feeling I should be writing more
So I start writing about nothing
And seeing where it takes me
I’m pretty sure I’ve said the same thing
Or at least mentioned this in the last
Couple of… yeah, I guess I’ll call these poems
They’re written weird enough to capture
My weird voice that feels lost when
N’B’Tween – like a kid who doesn’t know
Who to trust & what even really matters
Brain scatters, windows shatter
That doesn’t mean anything
I just wanted to rhyme something