(poetry collection, 2013)
Plagiarised - 3
It’s spring, but cold rain cold rain cold rain be here.
I kinda feel like a bear just starting to wake up.
I want to kill anything
more that I’m remembering what it’s like to get back
into the swing
of writing songs.
This life o’ artistoid runs in cycles
and I’m in the uncozy confines of emotional/brain toil
trying to figure out what I feel and how to say it and what I see and how to speak it
blah blah blah.