Zombie mind


In the middle of this night, zombie mind.
I struggle to complete a line that rhym…
Pegasus; horses for courses.
Run a pantomime race using daisies for shoelaces.


A world apart, after being thrown out of a bar.
Fields afar; I sleep under the stars.
Saturday through Sunday;
These…are…the…good times!
Monday to Friday,
I am oh so tired of this poetic production line.
This process must be worth it…


Country music?  I prefer to leave it
And find a better drum kit, with a louder hi-hat hit!
Prince became a symbol of our time.
Cinderella’s thimble, sewing needle;
Cotton on a reel…a dress made by mice.


Eyes are closing, no more movies showing.
Find your own way to see.  
Only you know where you are going…


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