7:58 a.m.

i know writing is an art
of arranging alphabets
in a way no one has before

mine run down the tap
and into the water holes
for no apparent reason
while I brush

10:15 a.m.

i see a poem hiding ~

lurking
and 12 years experience
as a child helps me find
my cushioned verses

DAMN! It’s a sad one again

1:37 p.m.

so far found vowels
of the clan function well

they even sing and clap
a happy dance when
threatened to leave unedited

5:21 p.m.

dusk sits on my front porch
sipping a rhymer
i refused to print

before it goes
to call the night
that sets pens on diarrhoea

it never pays a price~
seems a pauper(giggles)

7:30 p.m.

tequila works great ~

my poem is complete

11:15 p.m.

Why do I get better ideas
after i complete~

hangover or personality

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