A Day in the Life of a Poet

9/4/2005

I’m a writer
Literary Fighter
Slashing with my ink filled sword
If you’re not careful I will stab you
With a literary jab you
Certainly will feel my wrath of metaphors
All of this and still there’s more

Observe my style, structure, diction
Poem and essay, science fiction
All make up my book of lore
I’m always writing, always scribbling
On the cake of skill I’m nibbling
Nibbling for a little more
Nibbling for a little more

Now I’m writing rather quickly
And my brain does become sickly
Now my paper’s on the fricking floor
And I go to try to grab it
Going, knowing when I nab it
There’ll be dirt on it which I abhor
Only this and nothing more

I am still here writing
Writing, ever fighting
Against sleep so I can write some more
More about my two tribes warring
Warring on until the morning
As I give them weapons spilling blood and causing gore
Just keep reading cause there’s still some more

And upon my gum I sit here chewing
And I wonder what I’m doing
Doing all this writing for
With a publishing I gained fame
Learning how to play the game
The game of fame and of this fame I want some more
Looking ever for some more

And I remain right here typing
From my brow some sweat I’m wiping
Wiping sweat away as though this writing is a chore
And a small chore it may be
Will I finish? I say maybe
Maybe if I write some more
Writing on forevermore

And this poem begins to get boring
Leaving readers sleeping, snoring
Yet I don’t think it’s such a bore
I find it rather exciting
As my interest it is igniting
I just want to write and read some more
I want to read and write some more

And it has ran where I cannot find it
Yes that’s right, I lost my mind it
Has run off unlike before
And I walk around her searching
Searching for where my mind is lurching
Hidden right behind my chamber door?
My brain is what I’m looking for

And in my head my temper brooding
As my brain just keeps eluding
Eluding my search as the clock strikes four
And with my sanity falling
I stand here shouting, calling
Calling to the brain I’m looking for
And I hear silence like before

And finally I find it
But I’m in a bind it
Can’t stand to live within me anymore
And I begin my shouting
That I will soon be clouting
Clouting my brain forevermore
Get back in me like before

And my sanity still fleeing
Me and my brain still disagreeing
Bout why it should reside within my head forevermore
All the while the clock keeps ticking
And I think I should be picking
It up and placing it back where it was before
My brain back where it was before

But just before I grab it
While I am about to nab it
It disappears just like before
And this opportunity missed
I stand there really really pissed
That my commands it would ignore
And then the clock strikes half past four

And I don’t think I’ll be alive
If I can’t find it before five
And put it in me forevermore
And then again I see it
While it tries to flee, it
Is this time doomed unlike before
Just keep reading, a little more

And then finally I got it
But my brain it’s not it
Seems the number of lost minds is a little more
A little more than I expected
And my quest has been deflected
As the time grows more and more past four
Your pleas to end this poem I will ignore

And then I relax so greatly
As a bird so stately
Has picked my brain up off the floor
This bird, this sleek black raven
Has plucked my brain from its safe haven
Hiding behind the kitchen door
To return to where it was before

And this big black bird so kind
Has nicely returned my mind
And it is not lost anymore
And I grab it squirming, wiggling
Writhing, rolling, twitching, squiggling
And place it back in my head forevermore
Back in my head forevermore

It is put into place and then
Then I’m able to think again
With my mind forevermore
And after a night of tasks so hard
I think it’s time to depart
And continue writing forevermore
That is it and nothing more