Lack is can't obtain. 
Want is must desire. 
Open is select and elite and particular. 
And all that jazz. 

Copy-paste will never die. 
Invention will shine. 
Space is name is type is word. 

Hah, form! 
What does it matter? 
I share poems. 
Is. Is. Is. 

And people are so fool as to think 
that this is even me writing them! 

Queue evil laughter. 
Laser beams. 
I have already written 
about my pile of dishes. 

I need to add some excitement 
or no one will pay for the ticket. 
Sit alone in a cabin, 
pleasure is myself. 
Listen to soft pop. 

I lost a game of chess on time. 
It is what it is. 
I stared into the future too long. 

Profound revelations 
and cheap padlocks 
can be found at the local store. 


First published here.