Brain Vomit, please get out of my head.
Slop onto my page; read or unread.
Valves release & I can stay alive.
Pressure gauges drop & I’m revived.
Just here & now, this precious time pearl.
Within which, I am God of this world.
Slim control in the melees of life.
I carve what I crave with my penknife.
I build my worlds with words, songs & paste.
Now never feels like a thing to waste.

