It's been too long since I've written. Here's a quick one that jumped onto the page while I was listening to the lovely Dave Dixon at work. If you can't read my scratchings, I'll type it out below.

It's open season,
and I'm not feeding.
Decided to declare defeat.
It was ambitious to admire,
a person too sharp to swallow.
Replenish in recovery,
but you refute the ambulatory.
Emergent effigy,
the scope of your disease.
Dig into me, the inkless needle,
anchored to antecede,
your abnegation.