You are the best
poetic friend here
I compose off the cuff
old guy Jess used to call me
'a machine gun poet'
may his Lord bless his soul

I just get a brain wave
reading something, something
not necessarily poetry

I just look around
though with blind eyes
sitting on my bathroom
throne
seeing an invisible ant
my mind does rant
compose quickly
before she runs fastly

again my mind
simply flushes out words
mostly at night
when visiting the loo

I am still dreaming
but my voice
comes out screaming
I compose dashedly
you help in editing it

I win always
No 15
this is extempore
just posted

wait till I edit it
then see and say
am I real poet
Ah really