PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Mainly because

the pure flow

is what I seek;

the drifting rafts

on the Mississippi River

lead us to Hannibal

and thru

the sulking madness

of yesterday’s delight

the voice of munchkins

is cast aloud in the skies;

the chiming ceilings

of mansion’s delight;

the ecstasy of mongrels

sung aloud by misers

scrounging in the field;

the whithering remains

are scattered across

the earth

in mock communion

of dynamic vision

and concrete realism.