eyebrows up

it’s been like hovering over an orgasm
but knowing you’re about to be interrupted
exciting, errotic, worth it, but disappointing

that’s how the pen has been treating me lately
jagged words don’t fit properly together
even in a poetic sense
thoughts erratic but in an unpleasant way
(because sometimes it can be pleasant)
like too much information has left me paralyzed —
not in the comprehending but in the articulating

and i feel genuinely aware
perhaps for the first time in my life
that i actually have no original thoughts
(perhaps that’s why there’s not much to write about)

it’s something like Moses peering at Abraham, Abraham noticing Noah, Noah eyeing  Adam
and God getting a giggle out of the whole damn thing

and i think to myself,
maybe i should just laugh, too.