Brain Drain

Brain Drain
Christopher Bogart

It pains me to think
of a thought worth developing
when trying to write a poem.

Demons leap out, and
scout 'round the mind,
in an effort to find
words borrowed,
words new,
or bought at a price of
who knows what,
and the price that
I’ll have to pay.

Words whirl around ether
bang against cranial walls,
dull words,
weird words,
wonderful words
or so it seems at the time -
then rhymes
in the millions,
a bombastic blight,
a whirlwind of trite
and, finally, some just right
to express just one thought
that was bought
at the cost of this
brain drain.