Flooded like mudcat and harmony

the mind is,
working on the publication
and promotion of new book
while searching out blocked ideas
of something new stirring, but not
revealing itself.
pondering too, on the already written
ready to be edited and put out
but how quickly?
6 more titles that could see
light of day and yet,
like promotion – too much too quickly
and no one cares.
similar to mudcat and harmony,
flooded and blocked at the same time
trying to control the digestion
while keeping up with what wants to
speak,
making sure it finds proper voice
listening to the greats, and
searching out new avenues – they did
their thing – i will do mine.
how do you control it?
and whose going to see it, read it, or
hear it?

– the song asked, ‘ whose gonna cry when old john dies’

flooded,
like
mudcat and harmony
and all the basements far
from shoreline……