Sweet to my hidden smile,
Soft violet taro milk tea
With golden boba pearls
Is my foamy smeared mustache.
I await scarlet red
to mix with ink blue
Today's paper cut dripping
Onto my letter's first word.
And my lovely mind,
Swirling with voices that vanish
As quickly as they appear
Whisper to cry or to yell.
It's a purple day in November.
VOUS LISEZ
The Insignificant Guide to a Wanderer's Random Thoughts
Non-FictionWelcome to the chaotic mess that is my mind. Enter if you will, with confusion your constant partner and reason to justifiably leave. Here entail random thoughts from my mind, at times poetry, and perhaps fragments from stories I have yet to write.
