PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I feel positive enough to write something stupid.  Like the changing leaves absurd rhythem in which they fall and die during this time.  The sucking up of all the brightness of summer in paint by number eyes.  Time was spent in another bubble.  Oozing out the ere of chop suey circumstance.  Like the old lady who lives in a shoe.  Granted the heat was a delight from the bright bessie sun alighting the way forward.  Up down left right.  Connect four.  Smile sunshine.  Divergent thought patterns crossing the landscape threshold like a wompom buffalo broom.  I moo in disgust at the gust of dust I thrust, high into the heavens near the exit sign from an unwaivering hoof.  Ferdinand my friend, let us smell the fragrant flowers once again and dream.  Don't be a zygote scapegoat.  Come together, right now.  Remember that one day when the sun didn't shine cause King Nimbus cried.  The maple tree had to rest.  Standing still for a photograph impression, immersed like a capsized ship.  Falling from ascension in a wave tactfully sent by a burgundy leaf.  Swaying the Autumn breeze.

It hit me.  Then it's off I got on a bubblegum shopping spree.  For the cheapest light shade in town I can buy.  Wear it like a dandy upon my dome.  To cover up my bright ideas from wincing eyes.  The spotty fish, slaps of the sound uttered by many "Eh".  I know, I know.  As if your action figure came with super carpet cleaner power, or some fancy dance unbreakable space age polymers.  We'll see.