I Tried. I had a couple a hours yesterday and I tried my dang hardest not to write poetry. I wanted fantasy or memoir of fukn anything. My writing time is very precious because of two year old, studying and two jobs, and I wanna spend that damn time in outer space or middle earth but my hot poo brain just wouldn’t can. I sat for two and a harlf hours just squeezing myself like the last little bit of expensive of moisturiser that you can use now because it’s twenty twenty four and it doesn’t make you gay anymore. All I got was some stupid little haikus and I’ll be damned if I ain’t gonna share em with you right here and now cos thats the whole point of me going tippy typey on the lightning box. Maybe I’ll write something good next week? Tune in to find out please:
Five Writers Block Haikus
Precious writing hours
Wasted, with nothing to show
But a pleasant buzz
Koko wa doko
Watashi wa dare. I
Don’t speak Japanese
What if I wake up
Right now: it was all a dream,
And it is still dark
Turbulent waters
Brown and murky, crocodiles
Like turds in the bath
Poetry, a wank
Or was I a wanker when
I didn’t like it
Skydekkerix 