cerebral crunch

[saw]

I should be famished
the morning is deep
in sunshine, rotated...
high above the frozen eave

all I really want to do
is write a few new poems, record
my streaming insanity
while it flows like gushing wine, through the burgeoning bloodstream

through the ancient conduits of twisted ideas
my fragile contentment.... shoots the gap,
confessional rivers
race to their mother's arms

the grumbling, rumbling stomach
can be ignored
long as the poet's mind
can get that satisfaction, the one that eluded Mick, so many years ago

So I spin my silly tales
like they actually mean something
my right hand flies across the ruled field
food for thought fills the bowl.....the breakfast of champions

[Doreen Peri]

I had cerebral crunch for lunch.
My brain is eaten up.



I dig yer poem!

[theirishsea]

I like it all but especially this

write a few new poems, record
my streaming insanity
while it flows like gushing wine, through the burgeoning bloodstream

[saw]

hey Doreen, did you add blueberries or do it straight ?.....thanx, glad you dug it

irish, thanx for pointing out what worked for you ...could you feel the momentum ?...ha

[Doreen Peri]

whole milk and bananas
had to remove my bandanna
I usually drink 2 percent
don't know where my brain went
bought the heavy duty kind
yum, a treat, my delicious mind!

[WIREMAN]

the turkey clubbed me into oblivion...sandwhich that is.....poems on a snowy day....i bet harford road is beatific