Unpoem

wrote slam poetry in my head all night

psychic paper dirty and smeared.

dribbled soppy love/hate atop

those imaginary hilroy blues

brilliant prose broke forth

like projectile vomit

Unstoppable

wished your ears tickled red

hoped you had an uneasy 2am

prayed you were wise enough to ignore it

Now my coffee-sopped innards rage

like twisters in kansas and tsunamis elsewhere

While i try desperately to revive

those gleaming shards of salvageable material

and fail.