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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hullabaloo22

That morning feeling perfectly captured, Mike.

Sat, October 17th, 2020 5:52pm

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Oh yeah! Thanks, Hull

Sat, October 17th, 2020 11:25am

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