I’m living my life

Walking & talking 

Then bang

I’ve exploded

With poetry 

One book done

One in the works 

My third is planned 

My fourth is winking at me

In the horizon

But book 2 demands 

My attention

“Hello, I’m here

Ready to go

Don’t be shy

Publish me”

But all this poetry

Is fighting to get out

It’s grown arms and legs

My brain expands

Clicking with each idea 

Like hot metal

Until a draft is too much

The dans cave in 

The tears combine with 

An angry wave of water 

& instead of honing in on these poems

They all wash down the drain