I stayed up all night writing poetry
I thought it was all brilliant
Now I'm looking at it
and I see that it's all s**t

I'm reading the words
sounding out the letters
in my head
I get frustrated
because I drifted off again
in the middle
somewhere
dammit
I'm trying real hard
to stay focused
stay on task
keep marching on
like a good little soldier
but I keep stopping
getting distracted by the blackberries
ripened in the September sun
I love blackberries
I could eat them till my stomach
exploded
Can't wait till summer
pink lemonade and patchy grass
I'm doing again
Drifting
Like a shopping cart
with one lame wheel
this isn't really about anything
but I'll wait till the end
to tell you
that it's not worth reading
Just thought you should know