How Do You Feel
As a can trash full
I am all mixed up.
As flushed raw sewage
I am all mixed up.
As grit and concrete
I am all mixed up.
As boiled bouillabaisse
I am all mixed up.
As fall forest leaves
I am all mixed up.
As odd jellybeans
I am all mixed up.
As a bouquet blend
I am all mixed up.
How to stop this chant?
I am all mixed up...
1/21/2023
Copyright © David Drowley | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment