Blowing Around In My Mind
Blow.
Low blow.
High blow.
blow gun
Blow torch
Blowing in the wind.
Blown around in my mind….
I do not want a low blow,
but a blow gun, oh, yes.
I would sit in the trees,
decorated in my green paints,
hidden from view. Watching stealthily,
crazy happy to surprise the neighbor.
A blow torch sounds wonderful,
but what do you actually do with it?
What is the total and absolute goal?
Being a pyromaniac, a blow torch
sounds amazing!
Blow.
Low blow.
Blow gun.
Blow torch.
Blowing in the wind.
Blowing around in my mind….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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