excuse me, sir, you make no sense

excuse me, sir, you make no sense

A Poem by freelancejouster

 

 

 

 

 

 

a soft voice,

growing louder,

garbled.

 

static from the speaker up front,

a human-form,

with an aching back...

 

 

 

thoughts disconnect

and connect.

 

atoms in a blender.

 

 

 

an aging brain,

wants to expand his knowledge,

fill the holes

that senility created.

 

is that intellect dribbling out his ears?

or spinal fluid?

 

 

 

 

 


© 2011 freelancejouster



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could be either. you should taste it and see. ;)

good write...made me smile.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

lol funny poem... love it... good work!
*cocoabean*

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Added on January 27, 2011
Last Updated on January 28, 2011
Tags: aging, senile, speaker, thoughts, school

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