Not again

not again

not about death
or love

the sun above

land
flowers

water woods & clouds

the whereabouts
of birds

not about where it hurts

not about what’s right
and what’s wrong

nothing inspired by lovely songs
or art
or the fart
of a classy lady

not about pictures
that I took in my head
saved under my hat
I don’t wear a hat
I have hair

it grows, 'that is what hair does'
a professor once said
I took him to bed
would rhyme
but i didn’t do that

not again
no poem today
who would I wish to impress
anyway