penny for a lost thought
sat at the edge of a lonely penny
are slivers and swatches that bled
of a memory that had been misled
over and over, one time too many
its feet dangle, toes wriggling, tickling
as would villi, but on the outside
of a famished yet entertained belly
Thursday 17th October 2019 2:32 am
early brew
Coffee ☕️
It’s much too early
For mundane things
Dream of night
Each morning brings
Too many thoughts
This thinking stings
☕️ coffee
Hot, sweet, full
Bodied flavour
Brew a new....
Of old and borrowed
Im☕️ginings
Friday 13th September 2019 12:22 pm
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