Iridescent jewels lay buried

deep within the soul

waiting to be excavated.

I struggle for

the pure stream of consciousness

as twisted ideas

rampage through my mind.

I recklessly splatter

and sprinkle words

across the page 

in mock rhythmic cadence.

It’s been suggested

in some circles

 that I am a poet.

Published by fuchebuyahoocom

poet, philosopher and comic. Philadelphia born but suburban bred.

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