There’s a part of me that believes
-(hush, and don’t tell anyone!)
that I am no writer- and will never be!
That I was always the distracted
forgetful fragmented ‘wannabe’
philosopher/stoner staring at the
universe with glazed glass-eyes thinking
-so many trains of thought at once
that they’ve all crashed to smithereens.
Now look, this chaos cannot be instructive
only destructive, and distractive too
collecting different threads of mind
pulling away and apart until
it unravels into
the conclusion of every good argument.