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Nonsense

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So I'm gaining weight and getting dumber
So it's about damn time
That I come back and type words on a screen.

I should probably compose with pen and pad
Since the feel of the pen between my fingertips
Is so sensual I just. cannot. even.

Superb, how swell the awesome greatness is!
There are no vegetables in my garden
But I wish there were a bun in the oven.

Sometimes
When I  stop thinking about myself for a change
I want more.

Being me is so unsatisfying sometimes
Because I find new things about myself everyday
And novelty is dangerous.

But give me a novel any day.
But will I write one?
If I live in the today.

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