Daydreaming

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d the remains of my dreams Wafting as wayward, cotton clouds Clinging velvety on the edges of my mouth They gush into the foam of a woolly mind Latched like gum to cashmere of an idle feline Tongue-slicked to surface, they voluptuously roll into a wishy-washy song that impetuously holds Time within crevices of a roaring chest Instinctively chasing after withheld breaths Caught in forbidden wellsprings of wishful glee Glowing in a confetti of things I should not need.Notes: <

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i>Ordinarily, 7:32 am is the busiest minute in my day. It’s a mechanical minute working primarily on house-cat reflexes. But sometimes, a waft of dream will cloud that minute and will stay put until I hear a blaring car horn. Dismissively, I’ll flutter about, making small of my ill-timed escape, buying time to undo the damage. That’s how my mind gives me warning signals to flee from the riot of monotony, take a hike to the hills or whatever, wherever I can find an escape.</article></body>

Lost within the froths of morning coffee

Underneath pillowy froths of cream You’ll find the remains of my dreams Wafting as wayward, cotton clouds Clinging velvety on the edges of my mouth They gush into the foam of a woolly mind Latched like gum to cashmere of an idle feline Tongue-slicked to surface, they voluptuously roll into a wishy-washy song that impetuously holds Time within crevices of a roaring chest Instinctively chasing after withheld breaths Caught in forbidden wellsprings of wishful glee Glowing in a confetti of things I should not need.

Notes: Ordinarily, 7:32 am is the busiest minute in my day. It’s a mechanical minute working primarily on house-cat reflexes. But sometimes, a waft of dream will cloud that minute and will stay put until I hear a blaring car horn. Dismissively, I’ll flutter about, making small of my ill-timed escape, buying time to undo the damage. That’s how my mind gives me warning signals to flee from the riot of monotony, take a hike to the hills or whatever, wherever I can find an escape.