What I write, I don't know.

I had an urge to write, so I write.

I dont' know what to write but I write.

I can't think to spell words but people who read words know pictures.

A sea for monsters, a dragon of coat of arms, what I write I don't know, 

but too many poems to count and I keep on writing. An random thought came,

so I wrote, I can hear the rain pour outside, a hurricane over.  My computer open to Spanish, 

the drone of the dehumdifer, parents call for making dinner. Dogs of two spoiled over chicken.

Yet I write like I'm in writer's block. I dont know what to write, I lost my eraser or borrador in spanish on my mechanical. 

 Strange, yet I don't know what to write. I still hear rain, nasty out when I stepped in the kitchen. What I see is a sheet of water, strange I drew a picture of nessie here.

The basment running of clothes, the door closing, I'm an artist of drawing and words but I still don't think.

My chihuahua next to me, ears up, toward the kitchen.

A random Dr. Pepper can in my view, maybe my sister's, but I don't keep up.

The Aurora Borealis is here, but in Alaska it's called the Northern Lights, in Florida a strange pheomemon.

It's 5:34, dinner is near, so fore tells a hobbit and his six meals a day.

Double too many for me I see, so the end of this,

my plate in front of me!