Trying to Keep It Simple

I have this folder of incomplete works
That follows me around
It’s anywhere from three sentences
to twenty five thousand words


Every few months I go back through
and prune, change and re-evaluate
There’s been a long, long gestational
period for most of them. Little thoughts,
growing arms and legs and stretching out
in that good, warm’d, yawn way.

Then more will flow in, and sit in that folder
all chicken-scratched and misspelled
Til they bring themselves into a more linear order

Some will sit there forever,
Either there’s issue with the timing
or the tempo.
Or, I just don’t want it to get out there yet.

I sometimes misconstrue my own thoughts
and make everything that could be simple,
into something more complex.

I’m sorry for those around me,
when I snowball like this;
that have to deal with me.
But, if anything, I’m just trying to keep it simple.