Don’t Wanna Overcook the Sauce
The writing process
Car spiraling I gaze up at word police hunting me
searching for pen glove box exploding expired insurance cards and registration
heart pounding frantic like Henry Goodfella’s Wiseguy racing for a lucky hat awaiting his demise Don’t wanna overcook the sauce
this alphabet soup bouncing around my brain is ready to spill in all direction
hopped up on coffee praying my Karen won’t flush apostate words away
hide them in oblivion destroy Bitcoin of my mind before I can pen fleeting fragments on paper.