Five hundred words when
I just wrote two papers. What's
left for me to say?
I could talk about
Current events or theory. But
You're not interested.
"An Open Letter"
to mom, dad, friends. Forever
Sealed on these, my lips.
Twelve Reasons Why I
Love this or that; Can't keep them
Straight. Lost in a trap.
Perhaps a gif here or
There, everywhere. But never-
more a gif to spare.
And then, Alas! a
decent thought. A haiku
For all, not for naught
Five syllables and
then seven more, fill the space
where I once was bored.
A silly rhyme to
Fill my time, to shift my mind,
One large paradigm
The captain of my fate
The master of my soul; I stop
writing: this gets old.