Sometimes I panic: Just so many books to read And not enough time.
Sometimes the tea is Heavy, dense; peculiar. Why did it go cold?
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Door slam traffic jam Fuming, steam from ears, hot mess I pause, moonlight healed.
The bottle is full Of air, of liquid; of dreams; Possibilities.
Alliteration Always and about adrift Apex aptly aced. #nationalpoetryday
Bright poke in the eye From Lugh, golden in the blue; I reflect, moon like.
Realising sleep can’t Be replaced by happiness; Broken body heal. Half moon balanced in Equinox sky (black cotton) Flips; my heart the same.
Devil on shoulder Drugs angel, manic demon Unbalanced, now fall… Angel was sleeping Unconscious conscience failed the Moon’s bright handled child.
Pane parched by Helios Chariot drags clouds away Blackbird greets me. Cold wind at new moon Stepping from the crossroads Twin torches in pale hands.