Debbie Guzzi Poet Quintain (Sicilian)

Fried Red Synapses

I have poems everywhere
they’re coming out my ears
I have poems everywhere
they’re driving me to tears

The verse perverse has synthesized
I’m frothing at my mouth
The verse perverse has synthesized 
they’re flying round my house.

I have poems everywhere
They’re frying my synapses
I have poems everywhere
No wonder I cannot nap!

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Michael Degenhardt January 9, 2009 at 9:12 AM Love the lighthearted feel to this rhyme as it so well describes the way we poets get pulled back and forth and always have so much going on in our heads. Very well written. Michael