like a muthafuckin scratch&win,

I've gotta be honest with you, I'm feeling a little too lazy right now to type anything original. This is a poem I wrote for class. It's completely unrevised. Enjoy.

Life of Fiction.

clutter, clutter, clutter,

the desk in the corner.

The one lit by the sun

coming in from the balcony window.

Pens, pencils, sharpies,

highlighters, far too many flashdrives

to ever really be necessary

a broken lamp cover

picture frame upon picture frame

a drawer with a box full of notebooks

moleskins full of words that still need typing

and edit after edit

and nothing ever really gets done around here.

I shove homework where I can’t see it

school is not as important as this

family does not mean as much as this

not friends, not careers, not life

nothing makes my heart beat quite as forcefully

as a burst of inspiration

as typing the paragraph

that will become 1k

then 2k

then page after page of my obsession

characters fill dreams at night.

déjà vu comes from novels you’ve started and stopped

and eating doesn’t seem all that important

when you could be holed up in a dimly lit room

creating a world you never knew you craved.

You have meetings, you have class,

you’ll never get published without a degree

(college provides some interesting material)

you go back a week later and it hits you

the depression. God, was I really going to publish this shit?

Print. Crumple for Closure. Hide it in a file you avoid.

Maybe pretend to live for a week,

and then you begin to feel empty.

Back at my desk,

clutter, clutter, clutter,

far too many flashdrives to ever really be necessary.

It’s the one where the sun shines in

from the window to the balcony

and the air is filled with the sounds

of fingers pressing down on keys.

By the way, in case you were curious, I kind of love you.

PEACEEEE 

-loch.

by the way, if anyone jacks any part of this, I swear I'll come after you. It will involve the legal system. I've been watching law&order for eighteen years, don't test me bitches, and don't even get me started on my vast knowledge of copyright laws.


p.s. I'm reading this book right now, Life After God by Douglas Coupland. It is beautiful. That is all.