I ache for rain
Just so I have an excuse
To do nothing
But be creative all day.
Play the guitar,
Take television notes,
Scribal to poems
Which save me from me,
Dust from last nights.
Listen to music
In the kitchen,
Watch the water
Hit the earth
From the window.
Unproductive
In the traditional sense
But Productive
In my world,
Famous for creativity.
Our folks used to say
Television will rot your brain,
And nowadays
Everyone says the internet is ruining things
But everything is learning.
I feel like Hemingway,
Making tea
And doodling cats,
Philosophizing on love
And how stupidly inspiring it all is.