Reflection in the Water

My muse, man, she picks me up, I'm like a paint brush, my emotions, she moves them, this poetry, like a sculpture, she’s crafting, a reflection of the heavens.

Sleeping Through the Alarm

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The gears turning, Tuesday, the machine operating, pike, swimming, like clockwork, the key, turning, a werewolf, shifting, like a ballerina, in a slow globe, turning, turning, I don’t want for my legs to, and the cow jumped over the moon, like a Rube Goldberg machine, Jenga, the tower crumbling, the truth echoing, pop, cherry coke, jokes, we’re all just passing by, on the river course, that is our lives, some look as if they've passed it, but really, these decisions, we still have to make it, selfishness, it follows the intention, and the rabbit, dug a hole, it escaped, free to be dirty, in his privacy, the tapestry weaves, in and out, is he a virgin, the balloon popped, the Red River flows, like it does in my veins, our characters playing out, an echo of the game, high levels, and old stories, hell’s gates, a key, the seventh floor, Balrog the Conqueror, I want a taste, just weed, relax, sleep in, its Saturday.