I wrote 9 poems in the bath last night,
Every stanza...

Sometimes when I'm very bored,
I like to take the time...

Like a walking pool, Vomit,
You move from place-to-place...

I watched and I withered
My stem grew short...

One day,
When you know me well...

I was going to put it into poetry,
But it screwed up the link...

Once long upon a time ago,
From cosmic dust two stars did grow...

It's impossible to say.
how it felt...

Is there no Good in The Creature ,
Or Its thereabouts...

Life is a lottery
Of loaded dice...