I’m truly a wordsmith with poetry and rhyme…
If you haven’t realized it by now, I guess… you must be blind.
I really don’t feel bad if you don’t like my page…..
I have a place where my poetry’s all the rage.
In his head yes!
****! .... I wasn’t even speaking to you Chris….
Who’s Chris?
Oh!... Just the voice in my head… which the last words… rhymed with…
Who thought you can actually do that with words…..
You mean, put it on a treadmill backwards… and still make it come first.
Yes it’s a skill…. I probably mentioned this before….
It’s like the words just flow…. from my third minds eye’s core.
I completely zone out….?
Yes! …Please don’t pout… I’m always on the scout ….for my scythed words to put doubt…
Or even reroute…..
Your thoughts or your feelings……
Maybe in theory…..then you’ll like these pages.
If you haven’t realized it by now…
I’m Mr Farzee…..so please just stay calm.
Maybe I should just try… and put that diff-erent-ly……
Mr Farzee… in actual fact …is just me.

We chased a feeling
not a reality

We both wanted someone
So desperately
that we found each other

Even though no part of
us
worked

Our pieces didn’t fit together
so we pressed and jammed them
until they were stuck
and stayed that way
Until
we broke

-red flags