When in a creative mood,
I chew bubble gum while
sitting in front of the computer,
blowing big bubbles until they pop,
pink goo all over my nose and mouth,
sticky thoughts try to escape from
the overchewed and stale cocoon of
hour's old sweetness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My muse insists I chew gum when creating poetry.