Gotta
cervical
dystonia
that's crampin'
my style
just a little
too shaky
to drive
for awhile.
Got a
little too
anxious
was afraid
I'd wreck
and it would
hurt my smile.
*
I'm a
Bipolar too
got some moods
that like
to swing
glad they're
having fun
cause it's
nothing
to sing.
I quit work,
I quit living.
I was
much too
forgiving,
so I finally
left the ring;
the kind of
men I was
used to
gave me sorrows,
gave me strife.
So I,
recreated
my whole life
love my cats,
love to write,
there's no need
to be
treated
like a
doormat wife.
***
It's like,
overnight
a dead poet
moved into
my rafters
Left a message
for me
and a whole
new chapter,
Got some sense
up my sleeves
and I'm a little
bit raptured,
reelin' left and
fallin' right
cause my
heart's been
captured.
*
Don't think
I'm crazy,
I'm a little too
structured,
hoping my
hiatal hernia
don't rupture
cause I
gotta dream
and I wanna
make it come true
*
Gotta
rhyming thing
with a word
association,
seems like
I've turned into
a rhyming creation,
Maybe
I'll move
to a
rhyming
new nation
new nation
where I
can stay cool.
*
Not foolin',
it wasn't
my notion
to transform
overnight
into a
rhyming
machine,
but for me,
it's like a
dream come true.
*
Took a
rhyming
vacation
while sleepin'
sound hours,
now I'm
rhyming
wit and reason
all over
the flowers.
Won't stop,
cause it seems
like I love
this vocation
need some
brand new caps
on my
yellow old teeth.
*
Channeling
a dead poet
was my first
notion
cause I don't
freestyle
on this side
of the ocean
Got a breeze
in the window
and cats on my bed.
Can't see
if there's some
dead poet stuck
inside my head!
*
Neuro-
plas-ti
ci-ty
is when your
brain is rewired,
caught a ride
to some
grey cells and
they're not fried.
It's like
a new
property
has moved
into my head,
*
Got up,
to have a
cup of
coffee
and started
writing instead.
Wound down
with a
lemon drink
so I'm
gonna chill
on a
black daybed;
gotta full
metal bed
in a room
full of junk
but there
just ain't
room there
for me to bunk.
*
That five
o'clock somewhere
is now
5 am here
wrote off and on
for two hours,
and no,
it's not time
for a beer,
it's time for
instant coffee
which I can
drink slow,
don't need
no flours
but got some
cookies
to go...
***
© MSK Oct. 10, 2019
~~~
(It's after 2pm and I've been composing and editing off and on for quite awhile. Forgot to mention my Cervical Dystonia and Bipolar 1, so I backed up, and added more lines. Still not satisfied, but that's typical for me. I also have a little OCD. I'm adept at editing my own work, too bad I'm terrible at editing out some of the clutter in my home. lol Finally finished that coffee, made another, finally ate my chocolate chip/pecan cookies and took my meds, also had to stop to feed all the cats, both the indoor and the feral ones. lol)
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