#108 bhagiti battles the muse and gives birth to a pink hippo

it’s finally raining here again the birds and worms are wriggling the mud is letting go from my head down to my toes the empty cobwebs in my head tell me that philosophy’s dead that bats that were in my belfry have all gone home to bed this one’s not my best one but i’ll do it anyway i throw these things together fast i don’t know any other way it’s just my way to remind myself to be here everyday after gulping down my coffee i got an idea for a line i’ll wring it to it’s inevitable sometimes confusing conclusion toss in some stuff from dreams work in mouths flowers and the sea wrack my brain for memories and twist myself into reverie sometimes it’s like giving birth to a pink hippopotamus i throw these things together fast i don’t know any other way it’s just my way to remind myself to be here everyday the third verse is the hardest one the rhythm got screwed up i know ain’t got time to make it right didn’t get enough sleep last night it’s at one minute thirty-three and the muse has just abandoned me think of something nice to sing but i can’t seem to think of anything like staring at a wall sometimes seems like nothing’s happening i throw these things together fast i don’t know any other way it’s just my way to remind myself to be here everyday bhagiti 8.5.07 perrysburg, oh