A Drafting Pen Off the Leach

April 21, 2020

When scripting finds

no design

no pick up line

it's time to drop the ink

And think

stop babbling

and drink

from the well of pink

The link to discover

words flowing under

the topaz lollipop tree

to feast

Of the branches

so sweet to keep

this flavor in tact

don't grasp

But gently take

of the tree forbidden

oh no good reddens

let hidden motives stay hidden

And just write

to find delight

perhaps in what doesn't make sense

within a mind which is bent

Is anyone comprehending this?

Something wrong with this poem?

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