The Brainstorm
wrestling in word baths
my other half interrupting my rough draft
stuffed from the buffet earlier in the day I smashed the glutton button
in search of a topic ascending to a category three from a topic
she hadn't much conversation from me
brain in a whirlwind of debris
tv is on the news
another zimmerman feud
head is in a scatter
haven't yet as much as a pattern
laying horizontal with an aching abdominal
this water tasting absolutely phenomenal
it's late
I'll tuck and get warm
wait for the storm to end
and than try again

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Nice Write!
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