Licking Cats and Toads

Tripping through a crisis

with Mr. Sadhill

I don’t know if I’m worthy

as I take up my quill

Pen strokes of madness

Mr. Mandel evokes sadness

Stabbing his ink into the center

Of an empty page.

I remember one time

when there wasn’t a rhyme

and I couldn’t even enter

simple reefer madness

I stray away,

escaping the confines of my page

writing off the edges

until I’m scribbling on the air

like a madman.

Like it or not

I’m riding this wave

’cause I’m two hours

into some fucked up shit.

the wave takes me up and the wave drops me down

and I’ve knocked over my ink bottle (right onto the ground)

I hope that Mr. sadhill will help me get back

and is not being lazy with his crazy cat

Well, the cat drank it up, every lick of the ink

And now for himself, he’s starting to think

He reads me a line from one of my works

until he realizes we’re both going to need a nurse

I finally came down, from my toes to my crown

and, while the words I had written will not bring me renown,

I’m glad that I’ve been able to in my writing mind goad

while only on gangha and not licking the back of some toad

Tonight's Prompt: Writing a Collaborative poem about "Tripping through a crisis"

Written by @ChrisSadhill, and @mmandel321