Notes to Self, Labeled as Poems

A braggart represents nine poems—

simply sixty-two words that collide

in a word tornado, and nine

scribbles to oneself in a journal.

A drunk typist emulates a seizure

on a page, seeking participation awards

then rage baits the lovely muses

with line breaks and an identity crisis.

Still, a bowl of a verbal spaghetti

tastes like a rainbow of black and white.