The Rush


Adenosine is looking for a mate
But it won’t lead to love on a hot date
With the drowsy chill zone getting it on
And senses seem dull with thoughts all confused
Unable to wake up enough as one
The poet unable to write his words
Let alone think a line is set out straight
A hissing sound offers hope quite absurd
As liquid drips into a cup we wait
Heated sips, he is away with the birds
Inside the mind stirring thoughts now gyrate
And adenosine feels lost and abused
Causing the caffeine high in morning sun
And in the creative rush nothing’s late


©JG Farmer 2013
Form: Ivorian Sonnet 96

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