Mindlessly patrolling the local toy department.
Legos, Star Wars, Scooby-Doos.
Epic Battle Super Man
threatens-late night
stockers on the loose.
My energy is peaking,
not receding.
Walking circles with no end.
There's no design
to all my patterns;
they don't stop, they just begin.
Every day my
mind receives:
Echoes, stutters, and radio transmissions
and
Every day my
mind receives:
A pointless loss of recognitions
Work comes....
so much sooner
but I'm able to slow time down
Joy comes...
so much bigger
So much vaster than I've found
A second-
Rewrites hours;
And all the days in between
A lifetime seems
to shatter.
Never being what it seems.
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The Immaculate Musings Of the Misguided Miscreant Known As Igneous Mouse
PoetryA collection of my poetry which is commonly my way of dealing with life; both the good times and the bad, all of the weird moments, the unexpectedly inspirational events, as well of those unfortunately hard ones that we learn lessons from. I like to...
