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Unread 08-27-2018, 09:55 AM
Jim Moonan Jim Moonan is online now
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I hesitate to clop for fear of being labeled a flop, but I actually understand this. Like I do psychedelia lyrics. I definitely can float along in the steam. Coherent in a drunken sort of way.

Maybe this works best as a prose poem:

[i]However, starting in the middle has whatever the child has that has its own. My thoughts can twist themselves into a knot of tangled skeins and other nasties grown out of proportion into freakishness has got me starting to freak out a lot. The electrical current sings accompanying jazz. Oh, goodness really? Now it's quite the mess.
Aim for the silence at the heart of chaos of children chewing on their plastic forks, a cartoon tattoo nude across his chest. Whatever floats your boat, whatever works. When I want horse with some force, I want a Clydesdale!
But after all this work, will no one pay us? Rhyming and chiming, spinning on a dime no whispered clue to lead, no line to rhyme?

On second thought... Nah...

Last edited by Jim Moonan; 08-27-2018 at 01:03 PM.