An Artist’s Dilemma (A Poem)

I avoid writing like I would the plague.
I know once I start I can’t stop.
And all I want is a nice movie playing
But conduits are conduits, like it or not.

Am I making any sense to you?
Or am I writing for myself again?
Maybe if I just press this remote…
I’ll find a show to distract myself
And once I stop struggling, I float.

Burke: A Simple Man (A Poem)

Sometimes I want to be you,
Normal and simple.
Sometimes I wonder, Why me?

I’d like to watch TV
Or see friends after work
I’d like to drink warm tea
And laugh till it hurts

I grow rather tired
Of being constantly inspired
And I’d like to live with you
Someday, Burke.