Data collected. At base planned invasion. Massacre looming.

Listen to the song; But I hear noisy chords and Mumbled mushy words   The Song Lue August 13, 2016

rain falls on water running brook over the rocks plink, can water drown?

Wow. What was I thinking!? I do so well with a good challenge, and a challenge to write 24 poems in 24 hours takes up a lot less time than say… committing to a NaNoWriMo challenge, which takes a month of insanity… Tried that, and…

rumble of thunder jolts me from my dreaming state I hate your snoring

I’m still here awake against what my body tells I’m still there awake

poppies closed up tight keep your secrets close tonight release them at dawn

Downloading Tinder Everyone is an asshole Delete that shit again

I tiptoe across night, and broken syllables I am a poem thief.

Black cat, Luna, sits in window, gazes at night Moon smiles at namesake   Eve Remillard 6/13/2015