poetry class 1

i would write about death and money
but i don't have the age or audacity
i would write about fly fishing
but i don't have the wisdom or patience

i do need some coffee
and to never smoke again
but we all know that neither of those will happen
my lungs and throat are now screaming any and every curse word

the splash is always more appealing next
to some fucking styrofoam predictability
nothing in my life now or ever will ever have staunch parameters
pour your inspirations into a container
kind of appealing...but why not paint ball splat my
words all over town
why not leetly leer lines through cyberspace
flowing water - let me out