Orphaned Thoughts

i can remember

thinking at one time

a whole lot of silly little thoughts

individual thoughts

orphaned thoughts

the bastard children

of that forgotten line

those coupla words

that slipped away

and fell into the gaps between the seconds

1. getting past the screensaver
2. minimising all that other shit
3. opening word processor du jour
4. Ctrl-N

now, where were we?

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it's like a game

i unwillingly play with myself

i tease myself with really good lines

chart topping

eye popping

name dropping

such droolingly good lines

fat and fecund with promise

i waxed lyrical with my best

but lacking the ability to remember shit

for all but a few seconds

it get taken down or it gets taken out

this is not

what i was going to write

i hold my hands up

and look at them

mouth agape in disbelief

full of pride and a little shamed

i’m certain of both

full of lithe and a little grin

i’m hurting for the most

it was a line to die for

it was going to be so good

it was a brilliant bloody line

if i may say so myself

…

that brilliant line

hit my mind

while my hands

including and right up to

my wrists

were in

a mix of last night’s dishes,

steaming hot water

and soap