All These Words in Shakespeare Terms

Each essay is a pound of flesh 

hastily scooped with little precision 

tissue abused and torn 

no regard for the subtleties 

of the contracts they satisfy

but no worry because 

it doesn't hurt that much

there's plenty to go around

and I can always make more

every poem is scrawled 

from the blood which seeps 

and pools low in those ragged wounds. 

There's Little Profundity in the Images That Capture My Attention in Quiet Moments or Why I Am Never Bored

Seemingly impossible condensation
occurs rapidly and gathers
in layers near the top then
glides at first until fog appears
where it is unexpected and rolls
relatively heavy before cascading
in heaps rushing out from the bottom
of my shower beer.