A Musing


A musing.
A thought.
The fun,
the silliness
of ink blots
trying to talk.


I'm using
amusing sounds
to elicit
what writing
too often neglects:
to lighten a day
not weigh it down
with heavy-heart climate.


A mew sings
straight out of your gut
to the music
of whimsical rhyme.
So dance if you want, baby,
it's party time.
And we're losing our
cynical minds
to the mood.


Pen like a maniac.
Break all the rules.



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