Procrastinate

Consuming the cascade of inspiration
A lack of emotion,
hopeless goal.
in mind.
Seek intrepid words and write them all.
Clutch digital ideals in impotent spaces.
Space filled with toys, consuming
constant orgasm brain stimulated.
Buzz through,
time to the ultimately unimpressed.
Prompt a word with a picture too,
consume thoughts,
never connect them.
I discover and waste my ideas.
Not a block.
An expletive I toss to the unfortunate
who devours,
my words.
Find what you will,
I escape to find my own.

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