Well, it’s 12:fifteen…

February 28, 2014

Well, it’s 12:fifteen
And here
I’ve got

A few more
Than just a couple
Thought-

sss…

And look,
I can’t even write
My z’s right.
That’s how tired eye yam.

So,
The clock ticks -tock!
Tonight,
And I hear- or ask- the question:
“What’s my plan?”

I might…

Sleep?
Pshaa-hahaha!

No.

Write
-Tonight-
Float?
-mhh- live-
With wings of true thoughts in shifting
Winds
Of emotions,

Or ride
Around another
Meandering bend
In this mid-night river,
Remembering oceans.

I’m waving at the isles,
Now,
White
Flapping in the breeze,
Remembering the smiles,
How,
The stars shone on the seas,

As they went wandering by me,
From happy days,
These memories
Set
Free.

The water seemed to hold me
As the world went spinning ’round.
Ohpe-
There’s another question:
“Have I lost what I had-
Found?”

I shook my head,
As I thought it,
But now
-Well-
I’m not sure.
I think I’m sick
Come to think of it,
And is getting more lost
The cure?

No?

No.

“You
Healed the lepers
When they called Your name.
You
Healed the broken;
Will You
Heal me?”

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