Poem -

...Ideally Primed To Write...

...Ideally Primed To Write...

Fallow wing on figurative
awk kill lees heal
of: "My on call (Uncle)
Muse Never Sleeps"-

which hoop fully
didst eat turn nilly app peal
ache'n to (tongue in cheek)
mucho yum zook

awesome guacamole tasting real
lee out of this world culinary steal
within the confectioner common weal.

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Undoubtedly every aspiring,
and/or successful author
(from United States, the You
Kay and/or any other country)

doth gingerly woo
cerebral explosive starry eye burst,
and strives to hone on nest lee
maximize zing her/his writing,

yet keenly aware
unfettered near pristine view,
when her/his own das scribe able true
lee most opportune

critical (albeit figurative)
window of literary creativity
must needs be channelled
analogous to damning

a swollen river,
(albeit blitzkrieg brickbats
unstoppably pounding dog gone
ferociously, that doth spew)

to spill out unwedded, uncoupled,
and unbridled, essentially,
non groom matt tickly uncontrollably
(chomping at the bit) literary

flood tide of ideas
without pausing to edit, nor review
(bursting at the figurative seams),
despite futile attempt to

staunch, stave, stay,
et cetera over saturated figurative
sand bagged levee mal lined queue
stream of consciousness

with (oh brother) Grimm purview,
whereat, the palpable next great
winning gust American opus
doth appear as forsaken cause

unexpurgated (approximating
totally tubularly regurgitated pablum)
riddled with flaws
will presumably meet with editorial wrath

venomous unprintable thrashing
more vituperative than in-laws
subsequently ill fate receives
terse cancellation from Oprah's

Bookclub, where unstinting praise about
equates to a near
guarantee reversing bout
of dirt poor

poverty novel with clout
would book without
a shadow of a doubt
home ward James mull hoard

cuja (meaning this chap
forced to work graveyard shift)
pocketed a shining winner,
hence noel hunger need to flout,

a heavy schedule, whence tome
more row rockets red glare
will arc across cerulean sky inveritably
propelling overnight yesterday's

unknown schlepping scrivener lout
to top of New York Times
best seller list
with trumpeting huzzahs.
 

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