To sit up in the night,
That is the goal
(Is it not?)
Than to know that other grand great groovy thinges in the grooves of my teeth
Will tar and tartar me up the highway
Hit, cross, repercuss
Throw me cross-stitched and sewed inside
Like a hype camping
The buzz saw comes closer
What’s the point of not knowing?
How now, when we moved, to see, through the window
There, there, otherling!
Over now, I will wander aloft
And make it easier for myself in the evenings
As the Flonase drips from my sinuses into the back of my mouth
As you make suggestions to my prose
As you wonder why it’s all so crazy
And when the next little surprise is
To ruin the whole damn scene
I wrote this thinking it was still NaPoWriMo but it’s over!~ The pain is officially over! haha, j/k.
Well anyway less pressure. But it’s gotten me into a good habit. I’ll probably write more regardless, fearing judgement less.