Where do you get your ideas? she asked.
Oh, down at Fifth Street and Main:
There’s a guy there with a flatbread truck
Who has an extra brain.
What time of day do you write? she asked.
Well I have a schedule serene:
I write when I’m waking and when I’m asleep
And everywhere else in-between.
Don’t you find rhyme artificial? she asked.
I guess, just like poetry is —
If you do not like it, then don’t read my blog
And also: go mind your own biz
(Originally published 12-10-2014)
“I write when I’m waking and when I’m asleep/And everywhere else in-between.”
I just giggled outloud, Last night in my sleep, my brain was trying desperately to write a poem about McDonald’s golden arches. I was so irritated, I kept waking up so I wouldn’t participate.
Now, of course, I would really like to read that poem. Poetry as mutual contagion.