Poetic Flush! Poem by Milton Toran

4 a.m. in the morning,
i have the bathroom to myself
deep within my solitude,
creative juices flowing

sitting here with pen in hand,
scratch paper on my lap
brain circuits are set to go
this poet's ready to write

first line...
As the sun rose from the east...
NAH! ...CRUMPLE, CRUMPLE...
TOSS! (too plain)

first line...
I held her gently in my arms...
NAH! ...CRUMPLE, CRUMPLE...
TOSS! (too corny)

first line...
The stars above the desert plains...
NAH! ...CRUMPLE, CRUMPLE...
TOSS! (too common)

first line...
The rain fell upon my face...
NAH! ...CRUMPLE, CRUMPLE...
TOSS! (too weak)

it's well past 6 a.m.,
my legs have fallen asleep
so where'd those creative juices flow?
FLLUUUSSHH! !