I Don't Know What This Is
Subject says it all. I should be sleeping, and I just picked up some paper and wrote this down. I don’t like it, but whatever.
One more
One more time
Standing on a hard floor
No one there
Just looking forward
Eyes closed
Sweat drips down
Come forward, come back
Pass right through
Into the black
Just one more time
Don’t ask, just yell
Play it again
What’s the harm?
It’s all the same
Don’t say I’m crazy
I’ve just done it bfore
You say it’s all new
I could write it better
Than any of you
It’s like a rhyme
You try to make
By changing a word
Then you lose it
Drop the thought
There is no freeform
It’s all patterns
You find the rhyme
And you use it
Just write the word
Just one more time
One foot forward
Places the next
Time passes
Plug it in
Never again
Turn around
See nothing
Turn back
Into the black