The Idea Machine Gets Tired Once In A While

The idea machine gets tired once in a while
Midriff drifting in and out of conversation
Trapped in a room with your own words
We go bats,
Trying to think of things to say, things to
write
Another way of saying something new, ideas
overflowing but get tucked away
They go a different flow, bristling with
intelligence or stupidity
You just never know which way it will blow
And who wants to be predictable like canned
laughter?
So it’s either wow!
Or
Whoa!

Sid Yiddish (AKA Charles Bernstein)