writing without edit
Is exciting
It’s like inviting
all of the ideas you never credit
because
you was (were)
searching,
Unearthing something surfacing
Before erasing,
THus defacing all of its besmirching
quizzing
Haphazard drivel from drizzling
On the sunny side of civil
With a funny ‘run and hide’ threat—
I’ll rummage up some wet rum
And manage to stumble wondrin why
I found you in the dryer and tried to hit ‘tumble dry’
Before my pliers failed to pry
And The Jaws of Life prevailed
On the firefighter’s first try
Returning you to I
Earning me questions like
“why’d you try to tumble dry me
I coulda died, blimey,
You crumby guy!”
As a not so tender fist hits chin
And I can’t begin
to remember leaving
or even What state I’m in