A force of sheer monotony will knock me off my shoes.
I feel like I've done everything that I could pick or choose.
If I don't get some diff-er-ence, and soon, then I may lose
My
Brain
To outer space and garbage waste and general lack of muse.
To crave a new sensation is a feeling all too real.
To have my heart jump to my ears is something I must feel.
To, in some way, and at some time, with devil strike a deal,
Just
Then
I'll have my wish to be true-ish...
And I'll kick up my heel.
Author notes
what I wrote in inscape.
I miss poetry.
Comment:
Comments
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In-scape as opposed to ex-scape.
A good bit of writing. Nice to see you again.
John

