PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

So I stay in a dilapidated vacant barn these days. God, come nightfall, that undaunted mask to memory incapacitated nauseous motion chaos when the stars appear suddenly from their sideway slumber, you know, the other side of our globe, boy do I wonder where they found such a bright form. Heaps of hay is where I lay. It’s a good thing I got my Apple laptop though, so I can post what we wrote today. Abby the chicken let me pick her up whooo