today’s the day i tell myself, gonna write that poem that sets hearts on fire, minds ablaze

just need to sit down and let the images flow

after coffee

now to just let the words pour out

maybe eat lunch

well, now i’m awfully full and the words prefer a little hunger so i’ll take a nap and make more coffee and then i’ll write that poem

end up sleeping four hours which is like a good night sleep

so i shave and shower and pluck and trim and brush and oil and lotion and

doesn’t feel like today is the day for that epic poem

maybe i’ll just lay here smelling fresh and clean and stare at the ceiling and think about her

something something wildflowers

but tomorrow

now tomorrow it’ll come to me

i’ll drink some coffee and the scene will play itself out and then they’ll come knocking down my door to publish it

tomorrow, probably

i’ll write it then