by seannelson
and I conclude that you must be nuts as well. Seriously, though, this is a hyperkinetic poem which was probably written by someone with too much caffeine.
Thanks for the read, mentioned in today's new poem reviews
Across the table of comments
I see your thousand mile stare
Not at me but at the island no man is
And how you freestyle frolic there
Having had the haves I had
Looking now to throw them all away
I wish I could beach back coconut roll
Catch a breathe of your clock kilter knitting
To live life back another day
I like the new language you've invented. I understood it! Scary. Some good imagery here.
Tess