Alphabet Soup
I make my checklist
And begin
Words and lyrics don’t blend but
Numbers
Concise, not deris{ive}
Begun thinking again. Stop.
Classical music; diction-less connotation.
The history bar grows longer but the checklist never shorted
The train is going in circles and
my mind is a bowl of alphabet soup.
Copyright © Rosie La Puma | Year Posted 2012
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