ANGORA YANG

its
hard enough
to
realise the right word

to 

compel a humdrum thought

to 

tumble free

out of the bed

&

wash its face for the day

& here i am 

attempting poems

~

i am jealous

of the cat again

three crossed paws

& his chin on them

humble bragging his dignity

in a curl of angora yang 

I DONT KNOW WHAT IM DOING, A DISCUSSION POP

it has a myriad 

of meanings

& intentions

but we all say it -

i dont know what im doing

its depreciating 

its disingenuous
its abdicating responsibility
its an embarrassment buffer

its a humble brag

its an admission of the disconnect

its panic & a call for help

but too i say it to myself 

in a very literal & true sense
acknowledging the channelling 

& duality of creativity

altho an essential caveat 

is appropriate -

when it is finished
i know what i have done

whether i want / deserve / own 

the credit or not

is a problem for another day