Without malice nor forth-thought,
no wide dee what aye will write
and thus would gladly take suggestions,
hence **** sitter this
manifesting poetic effort an in vite
unusual, yes, boot
oft times mental blitzkrieg
brainstorm relapses (pondering)
the same trite,
hence on a whim aye pulled
out all the stops in an effort
to zero in on an in site
full topic in situ, which need
not be politically wrong or right
and trying to tow the line (to avoid
upsetting some person,
faction, ethnicity...quite
impossible, and...oh gnome hatter
that any individual
could share unpleasant
worldly news, (aye avoid
gloom of neigh sayers),
and much prefer to weigh in on
the contemplation of a personal plight,
which sudden on rush of ideas
(akin to an emotional tsunami)
usually occurring at night,
whereby an indomitable surges
of overwhelming might
flashes thru my consciousness light
ting up thine entire cerebral circuitboard,
whereupon this white knight
feels mounted up a wild steed
with fiery eyes that seem to ignite
reining up on hind quarters
to an exceptional height
and now reached a writer impasse, I abhor,
where flow of bubbling ideas
find me marooned as if
stranded on a sand bar
came to screeching stop, thence desperation
analogous caught in a traffic,
and ready to jump out the car
or perhaps feeling
a day late, and dollar
short aghast that glib flow, an exception
that showed me as a
false prophet with no exemplar
of English language with prospects
landing deal as best selling author far
remote then getting struck
by lightening twice starkly aware
ma fingers could not even play
a one string guitar.
