Prompt: I’m not using a specific prompt. I’m just wingin’ it.
This never comes easy
and I think that’s true for most people.
I spew forth nonsense, trying
ever so dearly for comprehension.
It’s all bullshit.
I admit it freely, having
no reservations about it
in the slightest.
I sit, I stare, I ponder
I write, I delete, I change.
Knowing all of this is as foreign to me,
as Columbus was to the Native Americans.
What makes a line a line?
Why stop there? Who says
it shouldn’t stop at “who” and not “says?”
Because I’m half guessing as it is.
I think I’m clever, citing
Witticisms from conversations.
But my wit never manifests
itself in anything I write.