So I wrote a poem, tried to post it, and there was a glitch, and it was lost forever.
Is this a sign?
Today's poetry assignment is to write a poem from the rambling thoughts in your brain. Rigorous editing is suggested.
How is it
that as poetry month progresses
My Diet Coke
Tastes like coffee.
feels like it's been sitting here forever
even though the day
has just begun.
The headset over my right ear
causes a build up of moisture
in the ear canal
leading to a fog upon the brain.
Will I ever finish this novel?
Will I ever finish this script?
Will I ever matter?
Will lunchtime ever get here?