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
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