A New Poet is Born
On the verge of insanity
she’s divorced from humanity.
She forgot her marriage vows
and ruminates among the cows.
When she concludes “This is it”
she is surrounded by bullshit.
They put her in a padded room
with nothing sharp she might consume.
Her nightmarish dreams were intense.
Life didn’t make a lot of sense.
While she was there she wrote these odes
showing how sanity erodes.
That is how some poets are born
when rationality is torn.

Walt Abbott–7-25-08