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.