PEN ME

Flush the lucid tear furrows from the mind,
muse so stinging and cantankerous
during those visual bowel movements
farted from the right side of the brain.

Dribble of passion agonizingly squirts in fleeting eloquence phantoms,
poems, one swears, will shine with Shakespeare's skillful silhouette
burned with intensity deep into the paper,
till the head swims in awe
of one's pure genius.

Posting it in a contest,
before going to bed
dreaming of trophies
and a chorus of comments,
celebrating the shear creative splendor,
never match in quality of this age.

Waking to check the remarks,
discovering last night's vigil in vivid voice,
when scrawl in fiery haste,
had the brilliance sadly stained
in disappearing ink!