Keen

I feel blood leap from my balls to my brain.
It plumps to nourish an inspired refrain.

I repeat it til I know it by heart.
Then, I write it down & I make it smart.

I invite the flow; or it takes over.
Herding words into form; a word drover.

Slotting in place like mahjong on acid.
All the way to an end; muse gone flaccid.

I sign my name & I set up the scene.
Random bolts in bottles; keen on a screen.