On my way to the Pointless Climax
Nothing to write
right now.
Feel empty
and the tight sensation at the point
where head touches neck
hasn't come in days.
That's inspiration, that spasm.
That coy tension that
pinches
my lobe.
I feel it now as I write this
right now.
It's feigning muse
and strangely
calling this art
even though It only lies
to try and make me
feel better.
I shouldn't being writing
right now.
I feel no idea to climax on
to churn
and butter out.
But if I keep writing
right now
maybe
I'll find it anyway.
-Matthew Koutzun
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