I am writing stories
that I don’t know how will end,
the plots are so varied
they are hard to comprehend.
I cannot stick to the one idea
instead I have a murder
in a pizzeria followed by
a manhunt through
the jungles of Tanzania.
Every day a new story is born
which means the pages
of the old ones are rapidly torn.
No matter how hard
I try to stay focused
another one pops up,
this time about a plague of locusts.
Too many stories are
running around my head,
too many characters
with things to be said.
Every idea, I think is
better than the last,
the only problem being
they are coming too fast.
There’s not enough time to
write what I want to say,
to construct a story
just like Hemingway.
