Drop my body in the briar
because I’m ready to bleed.
Take my flesh to the fryer
because I’m ready to feed
all those souls in need
of poetic nourishment,
and sweet artistic fulfillment.

I’m done with impediments,
done with settling for all of those
dangerously dry and ***** bits,
when I bring the best poetics.

So, cut me, bleed me,
shake me till I give
all that makes me live,
dripping drops of brilliance,
so you can be blinded
by my radiance.

My ego overflows,
and its still trying to grow
stretching out my clothes
like I’m the incredible hulk,
the big green brute who knows
that all that muscle, hustle, and flow,

well, it doesn’t do much
without the right get up and go.

I am actually pretty tired,
dull and uninspired
so I sired this verse
to shake me from
the curse of having
nothing to say.

I just wrote a poem
that was nothing but play.
Why not?
It meets my quota for
one poem a day.

So, I drop the mich
and saunter away
satisfied with this word play.
Leaving this world stage
shocked to silenced awe.