If you’re reading me for the very first time…
It is just not your day to discover rhyme.
I really don’t want to send mixed messages.
I don’t want you to miss what my message is.
Sometimes I don’t have one. Fuck, that’s confusing.
Poetry…Masturbation: self-abusing.
You see, new friend, I do this every day.
I process the churn of each day in this way.
Today was the happiest kind of hectic.
What’s filtering thru that lens…is eclectic.

