August 14, 2024

  I plant a thought in water and cover it with dirt I dream another ending and prune the planted thought I play a game of hide-n-seek I go to bed too late I wash a load of dirty stuff so my towels don’t stink My poem, it hasn’t grown yet I sing a song to help I think it needs more oxygen or maybe moonlight helps I think I need more oxygen my dog is out of food I plant a thought in firewood and cover it with glue A hurricane is coming Wait, that makes no sense I