Night Fritters
All I know is that I know less everyday.
You've become more complex!
(A cluster of words that would give a powerful
pop in the mind, like a joyful aneurysm).
What would happen if everyone came to their senses?
Big silver bunches of balloons.
T-shirt idea: "I SURVIVED MOM DINNER."
Peace fire! Hope fronds. Guilt necklace.
Numbed and slammed.
A poem ending just like this one:
but I gotta tell ya/ga-ga-ga/ya.
You've become more complex!
(A cluster of words that would give a powerful
pop in the mind, like a joyful aneurysm).
What would happen if everyone came to their senses?
Big silver bunches of balloons.
T-shirt idea: "I SURVIVED MOM DINNER."
Peace fire! Hope fronds. Guilt necklace.
Numbed and slammed.
A poem ending just like this one:
but I gotta tell ya/ga-ga-ga/ya.
posted by Todd Colby at 8:01 AM
1 Comments:
I like this poem. A lot of meaning and the stream of words is not overwhelming. Really, what would happen is everyone came to their senses?
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