Waxing Poetic

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Me before coffee

With the first rays of an uncertain sun,

Psychedelic mind starts its stumbling run


Scurrying from under an upturned log,

Thoughts, like bugs, are lost in the fog


Suddenly expert at perpetual motion,

I wax poetic at any and all notion


Off on a tangent, my mind goes for a ride

To where strange and forbidden collide


Laugh if you will or deride if you must,

React with anger, agreement or disgust


This poem represents seconds of thought,

I’m hurling ideas and words, ready or not








Submitted: October 16, 2020

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That morning feeling perfectly captured, Mike.

Sat, October 17th, 2020 5:52pm


Oh yeah! Thanks, Hull

Sat, October 17th, 2020 11:25am

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