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[This is a poem I wrote last year just fooling around...enjoy]

The dry, now wet bed made a tune with my damp, clammy skin

It felt like the springs from the bed vibrated from inside the cushions

Through my body, and popped open like a bottle of champagne.

I sprung up and it hit me.

It was a disease that infected me

My choice.

Stupidity which contributed to malfunction

You, A grotesquerie

Injecting me with seeds

Watering my roots with trickery

I sprouted up a plant from your misshapen garden

Now elderly,

Retarded from the rays of your unforgiving heat.

The day I met you I danced like an idiotic baboon

Leaping, urging to be released from the cage of restriction

Labeled “self control”

It’s that very cage that has me unconstrained,

Adrenalin running

While the drips from the rain kept me in tune

With the taps from my foot

Untamed and

Unhindered.

Sprinting through a field of bent roses