Day 100. Wednesday 25th July 2018

Celebration

© 2018 Steve Cook

This poem is by way of a celebration

For somehow I have reached

Day 100 of this poemathon.

One hundred days straight of poetry

Churned out in endless procession

For no particular reason I can imagine

Except for the hell of it

And to test my powers of creation.

And if nothing else it gives me

Something to write a poem about

As it becomes a kind of self-fulfilling

Prophecy or a creature feeding on itself.

All the same, it beats the hell out of

Living my days in a chemical haze

Or watching Love Island

In a hypnotised daze.