Now

"The future never comes
Except as the present moment"

If I was to puke on the page
Be a pretender sage
Poseur supreme, reigning queen -
What then? Would you think?
Thoughts in your plastic mind.

I don't care for your world at play
I'll detach from impulse
Emotion, feeling, whatever you say...
Leave it be, leave nothing left,
But these ego shells
Feelings bereft.