Every once in a while,
I like to write over here.
I'm not sure why.
Maybe it's to hide.
(From the people with low resolutions)
Or maybe I'm just talking
to the other half
of your brain.
Maybe.
Hello, left sides of the brains!
I'd like to give a shout out
to all you who have
suffered
from cranial accidents
involving rail-spikes.
I know it's tough,
having to deal with
that extra personality
forming
in the other side
of your head.

I am not writing
A haiku, however that
Is what this feels like.

It also makes the update
Seem longer than it
is.
And reminds me of a
poem about poetry
called:
They
Pay
Me
By
The
Line