Poems are driven by the life one\'s liven
Passions in rivers pour under an emotional door
Through a pipe in the brain to a stopped up drain
Feelings in ink fill a paper sink and much more
Out of this caisson to an overflowing basin
Here the drip is slow, although the level is low
Muse\'s blood on the floor drink deep a sip of gore
Know, life\'s poems continue to flow