Tuesday, September 27, 2011

this is not a poem.

it's been a run on sentence kind of day
a couple of days ago i took a heavy clunk to the head
which is up there on the list of
really bad things that should not happen to someone with a neurological disease
and found myself dyslexically writing certain letters of the alphabet backwards afterwards.

i am too sad to write.
maybe it's the year of the rabbit, which is said to take issue with my kind.
maybe it's pms.
maybe it's that life is so damn hard all the time.
it's so hard sometimes, that All i can do is write.
and spit it out onto paper
like puddled black spattered ink.
as if it's my comment on this shitty day.