I've become paranoid that someone will steal my useless "poetry."

Which is why I never post any.

Ha!! JK. It's 'cuz I don't write any. (Except in my journal. Once every four weeks, I construct the skeleton of a poem and then forget about it for four months.) I haven't been able to finish any of my poems for a while. Dunno why. I've got blox in my hed.

Sooo, anyway...here's one of my most recent...creations. It's a work in progress. I've got big ideas for this one, I sware. Bon Appetit!

I’ve Reached Critical Mass.

Critical mass for the Big Empty,

critical mass for useless

knowledge. I just watched

a video about parasitic stylops.

Suddenly the soundtrack for my life

is Tom Waits “Chocolate Jesus.”

Who woulda known.

I can’t swallow any more I say so’s,

I can’t swallow any more doubt.

The only answer I get is do, do, do,

the only question is, “What?”

One of my teachers told me never

to use quotation marks in poems

“” “” “” “” “”, but I think they’re pretty.

And I’m down to opinions, each of them

meaningless. “What” else is there?

“What!” or else, or else,

or else. I leap into thin air

legs flailing, mandibles.