Jamie Inniss
Jamie Inniss, The Kettle
Jamie Inniss, The Kettle
The Kettle
The kettle is on the stove
The cup is waiting by
I walk over to the desk
No, thoughts aren’t ready yet
This disaster
The misery of my attempt, mocking
A corrupted mind?
Do I just need my tea?
The kettle is on the stove
The pen is waiting by
I slump down at the desk
No, thoughts aren’t ready yet
I fear eternal unfamiliarity with my mind
A corrupted mind?
Bring me back to a place of sturdy thought
Do I just need my tea?
A place of conscious thinking
A corrupted mind, with a beautiful thought
Potential words fall stubbornly onto the page
And as the kettle weeps, I do not