Loosely scattered brain waves
Rippled hypnotically threw out my room
No one else was around to ponder
They must be mine of pending doom
I lit my pipe, rolled over,
and tried to clear my mind
Though every time it seems to me
my mind I couldn't find
All that I can see
was my alarm clocks blinding green
Flashing on in mindless repetition
Over and Over: three thirteen, three thirteen, three thirteen
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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...
