A Zoo Inside My Poetic Brain Today

couplets and goblets are not costly or fine doublets and snubblets are simply mine. words parade in my brain and do their back flip. Adjectives and adverbs give me a tiny bit of jazzy lip. there is a cadence to my poem today I see right away. The prepositional phrases are on top, getting in everyone’s way. What about the nouns? Are they doing anything exciting, poet? You mean the circus, monkey, clown, and popsicle throwing a fit? Yes, there is a zoo inside my poetic brain today for sure. My muse is throwing out words like lollygag, and cow pie manure. I roll my eyes as other words come sliding out as if in the sea…. Who is writing this stuff? I no longer feel my ideas are from me. My muse is laughing her petootsie off, kicking her legs in the air. Verbs like swirling, twirling and flicking give her their holiday stare. I swear to the mythology gods who live in the clouds above, Writing down words all day long is something I truly love.