Pick up the pen,
Put to paper
Are words spilling out
Like a shattered coffee cup
Danced upon by the feet,
Of imagined sunshine
Found no beauty on the horizon
With a pair of scissors in my eye
The Capulet, is what did me in
But politics made it painless
Turned my third eye
So now, I’m ever so blind
Flower petal fingertips,
Sent the love letter
Of coffee flavored ink
It was eaten by a weather vein
As the pied piper dreamt his vacancy
Hermes stole my scissors
Potent wisdom now leaking
From my third eye blind,
Smother a calico kitten
With angst filled senility
Hold your council position of famine
And plague the imaginary sun |
Submission Name: Scissor Wisdom
