Idea Factory

I wanted to write something

Early this morning

Mainly because of my semi-inspired roommate

Living rent free in my head

Though I do admit

There may be slight ulterior motives

Though only slight

I can be pretty

But I don’t like to ponder too long

While feeding that side of me

…

Now

What to actually write about?

I guess the first part is good enough for a poem

But I wanna write a little more

So, what do I feel like writing about?

…

Nothing’s really coming to mind

Though I’m not really trying that hard

To think of something – although

That’s kinda the point

Of a lot of my poetry, at least

Just an unconscious flow of ideas

It’s just that my idea factory

Must be down for maintenance

Or maybe I’m not a Scrooge

& I’m giving them a holiday break

whatever…

That was kinda a fun idea

So maybe I have at least a skeleton crew

Manning the stations & tinkering with nothing

To feed me whatever bullshit they make

While killing time alongside mine like mimes

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