Random
The pickled feeling.
Of joy and scratches.
Marked and haunted.
Having enough pens in your bag.
Nothing is blue under the doorframe.
Watches the right lane.
Turning carousel.
And puppets all around.
Blundering feelings.
Reaching through the screen.
Draining all the way through.
Footprints at the bottom.
Blue frog feelings.
Apples tuned to daffodils.
Gleeful fans.
And checkered rugs all over.
I have enough random thoughts in my head.
To power the battery in a tv remote.
That small sound of powering on.
Is meaningful.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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