2.5189 : 7/18/19 : Fun (The Experiment: 24/100)

Whatever fun I had in mind

forget about it

whatever plan

I thought I'd find

sincerely doubt it

looking too hard at

the mirror

wondering who

will crack first

and will some

new passage appear or

will the fun

unleash the smack burst

what

2.5188 : 7/17/19 : True Quill (The Experiment: 23/100)

You with the true quill

shouldn't condescend

to tell us hoipolloi

about our foolish dreams

and where the path

of striving ought to meet its end

look to your own fault

Shift your own eyebeams

Don't we know well enough

who's known and who's admiring

who makes a dark patch

in the shadows of the crowd

it's not your place to

critique our poor desiring

so zip it if we dare

to dream out loud

what

2.5187 : 7/16/19 : No Opinion (The Experiment: 22/100)

Wiped out and

don't even care about it

getting up

is the key, I doubt it

interest is

fading fast now

in iconoclast now

no opinion and

no hill to shout it

I'll cop

it's the easy shortcut

I can moan that

I lack support but

say I keep trying

is anyone buying

Say keep your chin up

and I retort what

what

2.5186 : 7/15/19 : Imaginary Friends (The Experiment: 21/100)

Talk silent keep it

in your head

subvocal by

inner eye be led

It's been awhile

while I pursued the winding ends

but I think I

need to check in

with my imaginary friends

Dear souls I

really need a better way

to feel about this mess

Dear souls

I'm suffering a

fair bit past the usual distress

Want to feel positive

a winner

full of confidence

but I'm not hearing

much reply

so shrug goodbye

and hie me hence

what

2.5185 : 7/14/19 : The Farthest (The Experiment: 20/100)

Just fooling

fooling fooling

I ain't none

of their kind

and the page

no doubt the farthest

it will get

past my mind

what

2.5184 : 7/13/19 : Too Few Words (The Experiment: 19/100)

Too slow too few words

so far from cool oh do you feel me nerds?

middle age white dude explain your 401k

I heard about your optimism, not today

and someday stumble on a wall of text

and pray something briefer comes next

Call it the call the imp perverse

you don't got another smoke in your purse

that there's a marker true

dial back the words again get blue

thinking on the murky road ahead

think that I'll curtail the wall of text instead

slower slower till it looks like stopping

less and less words nothing popping

nothing moving not a word in sight

not a glimmer stretching into night

what

2.5183 : 7/12/19 : Rapid (The Experiment: 18/100)

Rapid deployment

the long wound spring

Lord when I roar

into view

like anything

none will notice

indeed none will care

it's nothing to me

I'll already be there

what