Dry as a mornings tongue
at waking awareness
is my poetry
Wordplay amnesia
have I had.
Whilst I have been gallavanting
the uncharted maps
of my soul
I have fallen into its beauty
and forgotten its language.
Muddle me through this verse
now
in pursuit of former-style formulations.
Clasp me into the bosom of creation
and burst me forth.
Like a sneeze.
Spraying glisten glitters.
Give me poetry fever
in a sweat
let it run out of me
like pear juice flows when
bitten with berry-reds.
Sweet and sticky
and delightfully delicious.
Yum! | 
Submission Name: Give me poetry fever
