AFFLATUS

A plethora of thoughts
Rushed into my brain
But, I did not know
From wince they came

 
They crammed each crevasse
Of my mind
But they were not
Of a specific kind

 
My head was filled
With joy and glory
Like I was freed
Of all my worry

 
They were of such
Unique, rarity
The world should know
Their simple clarity

 
But, I knew not
What I should have done
For as I thought
They were gone

 
A fleeting whiff
Of pure, intelligence
I’ve never had
Before or since

 
SEE IT WASN’T ABOUT FLATULENCE
BOEMS BY JA 141