Teeth grating,
So near home.
No use waiting,
write a poem.
Rage abates,
pencil moves.
Self medicates,
jagged grooves.
Words are strung,
pushed around.
song is sung,
flow is found.
Reasons why.
Cases made.
Fly on by.
Thoughts cascade.
Get it out,
written down.
Carthartic bout,
verb and noun.
Creative flush.
Endorphins run.
Joyous rush,
poem is done.
Pencil stops.
Words arranged.
Anxiety pops.
Still deranged.
Brett A. Jones Sept, 2014.
