napkin in bed

drool on both sides of the mouth

turnbuckle, connections, fold upon fold in this interlude
bending backwards, bending in
trouble begets this stance i’m in
conveyed by pure wisdom to dribbling fools on a chin
the wink of oddity is blind to the masses enslaved
a thought of emptiness lives in their graves
summons to rise from the dead or a peek of the view instead but
the dribble continues the napkin in bed

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

thanks moon!

if i were saturn’s son would you marry me?

regards,
al

[Moonie]

I like the rhythm and the flow of this poem, and it sounds really good when spoken out loud!
"the wink of oddity is blind to the masses enslaved " favourite line!