2004 April 11

All day the thoughts are becoming,
Each engendering more
Possibilities compounding
Anticipation building

Until it bursts forth
Streaming jumbledly
A dozen lines to a thought,
A dozen thoughts to a line,
A senseless mass
All around me

This? This is my masterpiece?
This wreck of letters, garbled lines
Lame but limping along in
Singsong naivety?

Hack Slash Shuffle Sew
Re-arrange Re-assemble

Smoother Quicker Better now
Though despite the blinding imperfections
It shows what I have to tell.

Background I was a computer science student in college, but I still needed to take some general education writing classes. I opted for intermedate and advanced poetry classes because it fit my writing style and interests. This was written for those classes as I reflected on the similar writing practices across my computer science and writing assignments.