Five Minutes

"Being waist deep in thought technically means I'm down to earth"

That's what I've been telling myself

Maybe it's time to put that pensiveness on the shelf

Next to some of the greats

Or at least some of the ones I really like

Maybe this isn't my shtick

Maybe I'd be happier as a mime

or a clown,

Serving smiles on a dime

Twenty cents for a frown

It's all so nonsensical, you see

My local library has a course for writers

They suggested that I set a timer

Anything that comes to mind

No reason, no rhyme

Does that make sense? Nevermind.

There is a freedom in the absurdity of no absolutes

Don't aim the gun, just let it shoot

Poke holes in what seems like it'll bleed

Draw out your every need

Why is that I hate rhymes?

I'll tell you, but it'll cost two dimes

A minute left

Well let's see

Will I take this time to edit...me?

Or will I release into the wild

Nurture that inner child

She's really so demanding these days

I would be too were I in a twenty year haze

45 secs, it's really on now

I'm really thinking about life as a clown

More, more, my child cries

Mommy's busy can't you see?

Trying to record our history