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Don’t Wanna Overcook the Sauce
The writing process
Jul 25, 2020
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.
