Oh, Great! A Two Year Old Poem and Nothing Has Changed

Sometimes

I’m as inspired

As the Rumi dripping

Buddha spewing

Aphorisms

Want me to be.

 

But then

There are days

Like this

Where all the Breyers

On Earth

Wouldn’t help.

 

Tell me

Why the Hell

I want what’s bad

For aging female

Playwrights

Like me.

 

Maybe

It’s just

Springtime allergies

Fucking up

What’s left of

My mind.