PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I dream of beauty with no real spectrum

I like to drink daiquiri's with no rum

I have known many yet only miss the company of some

when too smart for a situation I opt to play dumb

too long away from my own private thoughts and

I grow numb

at tired traditions I'm likely to bite my thumb

others personal accounts of grandeur I shy away from

to appear endlessly happy I too often hum

If I had any form of means to get a real reason for all

this strangeness then ( only then) to some conclusion

I would attempt to come...........

( written Nov. 6,1992 am)