Oh when the juices of my brain
Flow to the left, not right
I think I might just go insane
And stew in my plight
For when the words cease to flow
Yet images inspire
What demon could have caused this row
Tween mind and soul-wire
Meter, rhyme, and images
Refuse to play a part
In this game of poetry
The inky form of art
Oh when the fluids of my soul
Flow to the right, not left
There is no way to go
So I sit and dwell, bereft |