RANDOM

Think about something else, other than

your fickle ability to shrink

What are you achieving?

Other than disappearing more

into a bland world that

doesn't want to look at you anyway

This guy is writing reams and reams 

on fucked up shit that means a lot

and it's good... it's good to read

and not feel like such a freak

I think he should v-log his shit

Oil, flow; slick salt

hemmed in, exploited

Escaped and wasted

The gooey, juicy centre after the crisp, sugary shell

The core, so thin, like a glo-stick

Yes! that's good - a glo-stick of liquified "truth"

I need to reach it so I can snap it

and then it will GLO(W)

This guy's written about Emily

and fuck knows who she is

but she sounds like a riot

past, present, never-again

He's drinking JD with Dickens and Austin

'cos his mojo's come back

with cigarettes and a loaf of bread

Maybe it's coming now

I can feel it tapping

("gently rapping")

at the keyboard floor

Ha!Poe-face

There's this chick I know

and she's got it down (man)

because she can write about L-O-V-E

in all the best ways

Should I squeeze all this thought?

Strap it down into poetic concision

Make it minimalistic, to be contemplated

and chewed quietly with good coffee

and a knowing smile

Another guy, he writes of Gods

and angels and ancient cities

and beauty in warm, sunlit pools

and every thought in his head

should be a poem, all on it's own

Maybe just a pause

that's it... a comma

a comma on the page

so you can all take a break

and sigh with relief

and understanding

She has got words, tumbling

and shaping and painting

their own canvas upon a lonely page

Stories of mountains and magic

and destruction

I'm writing what I'm thinking

I've already forgotten what I thought

Just quiet and coffee

and ...peace

SRWB 2010