Brain Farts

Here I sit, the screen is blank Nothing is coming to mind I search and search my tiny brain For a theme of any kind Nothing doing, my brain is numb It's happened to me before When it does I panic and sweat I pace up and down the floor Wait a minute something's coming A brain fart is on it's way I know the feeling all too well It's cataclysmic, I'd have to say I frantically type as verses flow Don't stop me I'm in the zone It's a weird creative frenzy I'm in My brain is not my own As words begin to fill the screen Can't believe just what I see A poem appears just like magic And it's signed by little old me Now tell me how this happens This brain fart phenomenon I wish I could get control of it It's appears and then it's gone! ©Jack Ellison 2012