Friday, February 22, 2013

Peanut Butter

Feeling a little sun-drunk
A little sucker-punched
just a bit of peanut butter
pulling me down.

I want to come and see
I've been steeping in curiosity
after a muffled separation
breaking, cementing connections.

Scattered rhyme schemes
Is this the same old theme
of anticipation, and climactic
disappointment?

Late nights captivated
Pillow dreaming subjugated
sleep deprivation-
dragging my attention forward.

Stifled and burgeoning curiosity
Who are we compared to what we could be
forever letting our words drift out into space
to be interpreted.

Feeling a little sun-drunk
A little sucker-punched
just a bit of peanut butter
pulling me down.

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