SparkA Poem by ThoughtsIBought
It's funny how years can turn sparks into static and blend passion into background noise.
So let me bend your rabbit ear to clear the air. Intensity and ingenuity are in short supply. Replaced by an addiction to arbitrary systems filling a need for artificial consistency. Even my own propensity for delivery of lines so lit they'd call them filamentary was broke, burnt, and bent by this quote unquote "reality" But before I was completely snuffed I struck up conversation with some matchstick muses with a knack for lighting fuses and that's not say I'm not still damaged goods because my headspace looks like an MC Escher filled with Dr. Suess characters. But I own the damage and won't let community standards or micro middle managers hamper my ampere. Or is it Ampere? Whatever as near I can tell it's better to.be honest than right. So keep your night skies clear folks so the spark can shine bright. © 2020 ThoughtsIBought |
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Added on April 5, 2020 Last Updated on April 5, 2020 Author
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