Sunday, 29 May 2011

State of Mind

Teeth coated with the taste of last night 
the head does not feel quite right 
I'm trying to write in longer lines
and even harder, trying to rhyme.

This poem is in bits and not lots of sense 
I apologise but I am feeling a little dense
my head is filled with so much stuff 
some good, some bad, enough is enough. 

Media, essays, thimbles, pens, rain
Drama and how nothing will be the same
I'm trying to search through it all to find
my right, my usual, state of mind. 

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