"unevaluated" poems
Everything spins
And the world tips,
Slips away, and
My mind screams for insanity.
It feels wrong and
It feels amazing.
Has it been an hour
Already?
This is a wonderful place,
Slower, longer.
Like someone set my
Traffic light to yellow.
Slow, yield
The right of way
To other thoughts,
Unimportant and unevaluated.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 4:34 AM UTC