This is my brain on writing

Eyes fixed on an unseen focal point so inviting

TOTALLY unaware of anyone or anything around me.

totally living inside a lovely maple tree

Swimming in oceans that don’t exist

Hoping everyone will just get the gist

Watching Shakespeare do a little dance

Watching Sinatra sing and prance

Ignoring the most basic of functions

All about tending to my creations

My characters eat and sleep and drink

But I just stand still, watching them blink

watching them cry, watching them get high

watching them die or maybe even lie

I’m just the stranger in their soup

Just a wizard outta the loop

Forging machinations often a lot more real

than anything plumbed from the surreal

With its open sores, its Machiavellian maw

So, is it any wonder that my lunch

Ended up as a stony crunch?

After an hour of its tenure in the oven

I thought I might fancy another slice

when my brain began to burst

Cuz I hadn’t consumed the first

My stomach began crunching into me

not happy about waiting another ten

for the un-charred variety of pie…

please pray for the pizza who died

in the making of this lyrical true

but please no boo hoo hoo…

Over and out from the pizza-murdering bard known as TENACIOUS BITCH…

~Ciao

Kennedy/tb