Creativity can’t be forced
Like a cat
you must wait patiently, until it crawls into your lap.
I’ve been cleaning all day
organizing my books, I will never read
trying to find DVDs, and overdue lost CDs
the library is sending me threatening letters now
suggesting, I might lose my library card
I guess government employees need something to do
Just reassure them, don’t make waves, always have a smile on your face
like a Cheshire cat.
I give advice to myself, on the toilet, where I do most of my serious business
the brown ring, must be destroyed
in the land of Mordor.
Some days, are big idea days
and others, small.
My bathtub has a pink cat ring around it
My refrigerator, is growing carrots, from the 10-pound bag, I bought 6 months ago
My neighbor is having sex right now—he does her morning and night, while she screams—ehhhhhhh
He works in education, and drives a Honda CRV, and has a new girl smoking weed with him every night
I left my window open, and nearly hallucinated
I don’t get it—these are high-end apartments—but the riffraff is unbearable
She screams and wakes me up—He laughs like a madman
I thought he was going to throw her off the balcony
like a homicidal Romeo.
I know so many things about them, without wanting to know them
I guess my neighbors watch me, and I wonder who they think I am?
I was asking myself that, on the toilet earlier today
It’s safe to say, today is a big idea day
I just received my new novel, right out of the sky
Merry Christmas Mr. Johnson!
Thanks, Creative Cat Gods
And an Egyptian New Year.