People hate insects,
but prefer to watch the birds.
But, both fly. Who cares….

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I’ll try again,
I’m
lacking consistency.
I
don’t even know
what
I am writing about;
this
4-1-6-1
is
a pretty weird meter
but
knowing myself
I’ll
probl’y start to break out
soon
sue-une? so on.
Soon.

I want to let it all out.
Man, I can complain about anything.

Counting syllables again,
albiet actu’ly accidentally.

Maybe I’m fudging some lines.
I’m only looking
for a distraction.

It’s 5:30 A.M. and I
can’t fucking sleep. Syllables over sheep.

Blotting.
Word by word.
Wondering what
to make
of what
I make
these days.

Seems at least
my second-
syllable phase
is more organized,
and
at least
better received than my first.
(Granted, the first was
basically received solely by me.
Shit.
Let’s hope this doesn’t reflect on society.
Who
has
time
for more
than a tweet?)

No,
instead let’s just believe
I’ve figured out something
since I was seventeen.

Plus, it keeps the
rust off; it’s a
positive outlet
for O.C.D.

-j.maxwell