Shit Writer

When you write
when you’re stoned,
you think you’re ground
breaking, earth-shatteringly
good.

Profound,
deep,
knowing,
revelatory.
A walking genius
or just a thesaurus.

No one has ever thought like this before.
If you could only
catch
that moment, before
your mind,
drifts.

Thinking about writing,
thinking about thinking
about writing, thinking
about thinking about
thinking about writing.
But not writing.

Thankfully.

Because when
I write only shit comes out
at least in a haze I see
my potential.