you know your mind has flooded when
you find procrastination
in poetry writing,
like a beaver sculpting a Beaver Shakespeare
from the bird calls in the afternoon,
while the stream rushes past in a lounge.
but then,
that
sounds
nice.
(5 notes / )
scram-svengali liked this
paperlesswords liked this
belleoftheboulevard liked this
jsmpoetry liked this
bryemye posted this
