I’m not a writer,
despite what’s on here.
or anywhere else.
I’m not published, you see.
Nor do I make any money from any of this.

Just like I am not an artist
because I am not published or purchased
for any of the works I create.

Validation’s a real sonofabitch.

Next thing, birds won’t be
themselves without being photographed.

I’ll still write things
some with context ( I promise ).
Some prettier than others.
Maybe I should try prettier writing

Anyways, it’ll all pile up somewhere.

I’ll keep making art until It, too,
piles up somewhere.

Right now it takes up a lot of a single room,
so it’ll keep piling up.

I’ll keep squonking on my instruments
with or without recording.