Sand Blown Poet Free verse

Morphing the Moody Blues

here i sit not giving a 
a container of fresh popcorn at hand

a blank screen and saki night

there's something else with respect a good time
besides body...there's mind

keep as cool as you can

let them the riles to believe
you perceive the web they weave

remain free


stan sand

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Michael Wise February 22, 2019 at 7:18 PM Lovely to see you again my friend. Walk along with me to the next bend. On the threshold of a dream. Beautiful. :) Sand Blown February 23, 2019 at 8:08 AM the moody blues...their classical touch with respect to rock always was/is classical...andt, the wording of my 'write' was wrong...first line should have ended with 'shit'