"introspeculating" poems
Here is a poem I composed for you,
Like the ripples in the laces when I tie my shoes.
Discombobulating bobbleheads,
The knobby knuckles,
The seat belt buckle.
Introspeculating lobby beds.
The bumps in the road were on my head,
Disconnecting me from the thread.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC