decahedronic hydroponic – hooked on phonetically speak and spelling – the sails of sundered hope doth flutter in the sapient sunrise of the soul across missing missives misty and misdiagnosed
poisonous – a rivulet of slime from snail mail sent letters of adoration – the hunched back of the letter carrier carrying hope from eight thousand miles a weigh
inglorious rapture racing to check to see if the heart is still racing embracing the notion that we are not a loan – loaned out piecemeal until the proper structure is built – alone to ponder pondering
radically irradiated on the sunshine of her smile – charred in the afterglow of her presence – presents from the other side of the whirled where toilets spin yet the water stays station wagonary
these fetid nightmares give into the subtle truth that day dreaming – thinking of a brand new day – is like skywriting with paint rollers in your hair while the bleach dries the protein
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ohmygosh YES! The title: perfection.
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my favorite part is using doth. it filled me with joy. i keep toying with trying to write in that dialect. Lol.
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Far out. 🤘
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righteous. before bed my brain goes wonky. it’s my favorite time for poetry
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Wonky poetry makes for the best mind movies 🤓🤘.
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indeed it does
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“day dreaming – thinking of a brand new day – is like skywriting with paint rollers in your hair while the bleach dries the protein” i really imagined that and laughed uncontrollably. You brain and imagination….lol…..
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it’s a touch over active at times
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