Piece of shit motherfucker, forcing me to continue, press go, blue screen of fucking death
All I wanted was to check facebook, blog a new weekly poem, fucking hell, should be at home with a coffee
Maybe it was good I came here, clear the mind, something new, a new perspective
Read W. C. Williams and a bit of Howl today, looked at rhythms, realized I need to be more concise, read more imagists or something, oh and no more lists
Wrote this right here, right now, I think I’m going to have a hot dog and go home.