Cocoon,
Dragon,
Cheerios
Random thoughts abound,
Bouncing of each other,
Speeding round and round,
To put them down on paper,
I’d have to catch them first.
They’re sneaky and they’re slippery
Oh I guess it could be worse.
Butterfly
Disease
Pool
Oh what am I to do
Just for fun I’ll shout and run
And spew these words to you.
For maybe you can sense them,
Or maybe tame them down,
Perhaps you could just laugh with me,
Wait. Don’t make a sound.
Ha ha ha
These twitchy word are calling me,
They want to take their place,
And so with satisfaction
I season them to taste.

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