Crazed By the Process
A creative process
disguised as a French Bulldog
has pooped in my mind-pot,
where I was complacently
growing small obscure weeds.
Muse me, or abuse me you poetry bug,
if you are a stinkbug, I will take it,
fake it until…
The Frenchie faux English Bulldog
licks a poetic banana smoothie
I have been working on like a dog.
The soft and gooey muse
shudders, goes insane
from a rare form of Gallic syphilis.
The dog poop,
is not processing well.
Fragments float in a soupy miasma:
said poop, a small annoying dog and
a smoothie.
But hey,
I think I can do something with that mix.
Poets know
that all kinds of ingredients
may be added to a mind-pot,
all we need do
is stir.
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