thoughts blooming in head shout
like flowers when ready to sprout

the dawn creeps up unaware
poems are flowing through my hair

i've been awake thru dark of night
images of words trapped in sight

vacation means nothing to this brain
one half knows,other half  is insane

forget the fact you're feeling had
grab the pen,  and find your pad

make ink patterns in poetic phrase
as ideas seep through brains haze

let it soar like wind through trees
before your senses start to freeze

the mania must extract its due
you feel guilty, whatever you do

go on, write, write, write, away
don't wait until it goes astray

etw-2006