Do not oversleep
do not dream
all my poems are born through the night
I feel I'm tapping keys
but I drink red wine
blood flourishes me
in the morning I wake up
brush off my dream
never scream
then through my veins
flows my verse
you ask is it a verse
I say worse
then you clap for me
look me up in a library
did you ever find me
say something I may believe
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Hi Lovedly
I read your piece here a few times. Seems like a “trail of consciousness “ sort of thing. Thanks for posting this.
Sorry RAY
I was brushing laps teeth and came across your awakening
thanks to the rays you shower
on to be poets
one is me
Hi loved
I'll leave the truth saying to those who say it much better than I. Like you a great deal of my chicken scratchings begin in the late hours of night
YES STAN
The night belongs to poets
You know the rest
on Neo being the best
I still try
thanks