One med Two med Red med Blue med Now I need another just to help me get to bed. “Doc, I feel like someone else”
Tag: poem
easier than words
Brush to the oil paint, color to the canvas gracefully and magically making emptiness vanish. The visions in the mind manufacturing begins, regurgitation of essence
“Signs point to Yes!”
Well I struck out big time called a swing and a miss, I read that play all wrong, she didn’t want that kiss. Asked God
Satan called me spineless
Hypnotized by the alluring midnight black flowing hair mimicking the curtains blowing in the ocean’s breath, I’ve never had such a beautiful image of Satan
if any worsening of symptoms
The bright white round one is to lift me up, plus an off-white oblong one to help calm me down. It may seem a little
rerun
The smell of the freshly lit campfire, the firework sound of the crackling cedar, sadly muffled and shadowed by talking from this sideshow circus’ ringleader. Rehashing
What's Inside a Madman's Hat? 