Spoonful O' Cliche

What doesn't inspire

makes it longer.


What doesn't move you

mimics you.


You are no mime.


Don't stop

Just because the sun melted your frozen eyeballs, 

Leaving you bland and soupy.

Swishing around slowly

but not so fast that some splashes over the edge.


Pick up a spoon,

Make a paddle

And paddle.


Pick up a spoon, dog.

Pick it up or be swallowed into the binary abyss--

Of cliched dreams

(including that one...and the next).