I’ve done it again.
I forgot to bring a fucking pad and pen.

Now I am trapped
Bursting inside
With fantastic shit to write.

Lyrical eloquence of copious quantities
A torrential flow of piquant melodies

Encumbered by my knowledge
Of self- limitation,
I curse inspiration.
Because by the time I arrive
At my escritorial haven and sit,
I will be a halcyon glacier
Of meter, foot, and wit.