A Little Less Of Me Poem by Elvis Lantan

Seems I go blinder everyday
And every day I become less of a writing man
Who knows what’s going on?

My shoes still fit
And my head remains unmade for hats
My hair and nails still grow
My health must be excellent

I can’t seem to think things up
As clear as I once did
I’m more confused than ever
Someone must’ve put something in my drink

Regardless—
I’m alive and things are simple
But it seems that I’ve gotten complicated
Who’s to say I’ll understand?

So in the upcoming days
I’ll find a girl
I’ll shorten my fingernails
And work on my poetry

Who knows what comes hereafter?

I won’t trouble myself to know.