{Prompt: "Back to the Drawing Board," from Poetry Riot! on Tumblr}
“Back to the drawing board?”
No: the drawing never stopped,
and the board is in my back pock-
-et. Don’t imply that I fell into
this with a printed
plan and a presumption of surety.
I’d like to think I’m a step closer, surely,
or have at least kept from falling be-
-hind,
but don’t assume of me
that even a color-coded spiderweb,
three layers deep, of connec-
-tions and free-associations
could allow me to ascertain
what the hell I can expect
from this, or any, aspect
of spontaneity.