Tonight Collapses

Tonight,
I seek,
To evade waste.
To avoid those simplistic
commonplace and meaningless pastimes that
threaten to overwhelm me and devote
my energies towards distraction and stifle any
claim I could make to spending my time
wisely and creatively, allowing even for vague and uncertain
turns of phrase that say nothing and allude to everything.
Despite whatever contempt I harbour for my small works,
I am forced to recognise that even when
I feel useless and unable to create
anything of value, an idea strikes,
and instead of writing nothing,
I create a poem,
that unfolds and
then eventually
collapses.