Senseless and inane,
foolish and profane
prattling on as if
a blithering idiot.
What could be worse
than a yawping jay?
Dreams?
Could be.
In the land of Nod
unguarded thoughts
wander aimlessly
amidst a free-range
of cow pies.
a minefield wherein
timebombs wait.
Asleep,
we have no control.
A ship with no tiller;
a car without brakes.
Thoughts traipse about
with DNA etched from memories
can be precious or impaired.
Oh, if I
could only write
the hallucinatory scenes
seen while I rest.
They might well develop
into a NYTime's best-seller,
but Woe is me, for my awakening
is equipped with a self-contained
Roto-Rooter.
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Who dares to delve into their own train of thought to write whatever they wish, in whatever form they desire, keeping under three hundred words? |
Author Notes
Picture taken in Paris by me. No recollection of who the artist was.
I couldn't sleep last night. My mind was in overdrive. I kept seeing mental compositions about anything and yet nothing. As i awoke I recollected nothing but a title: Nonsense.
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