everybody, this place is falling apart without us.

[eatyourfriends]

poems are brewing within me.
antecedent anticipant anticlimactic
exited excited incited insighted
poems are brouhahaing within me.

Comments

[crowjake]

hello! I'm new to your journal... very very very good stuff. this one especially just reminds me of how words can just mutate as they bounce around my head, almost of their own accord, birthing their own little revelations. And often more than a brouhaha!