Flop

In my head it’s buzzing
But on my tongue it bops
It twists and flips and falters
And on the floor it flops

Choking, gasping, wanting air
It’s not long for this world
A fish that’s out of water
With no hope of return

A once majestic creature
Graceful as can be
But only in its element
Where no one else can see

Last Night I Didn’t Write

Last night I didn’t write
Too tired and uninspired
My heart, it wouldn’t start
My mind, it couldn’t find
The need to just proceed
Or state to concentrate
And so I had to go
To rest, which I thought best
But wept until I slept

Flowing

Feet tappin’, head boppin’
Fingers twitchin’, they ain’t stoppin’.
Unimpeded soul translation;
Empty minded recitation
Emotions flowing to the page
Boundless love to seething rage
Imagination running wild
Reality has been exiled
Finally free from all oppression
Indulging in my mind’s obsession
Living out a fantasy
In an absentee reality
Carried by the cadency
Of a rousing melody