charming rabbits

Leaning on the picket fence, because, they are so comfortable

my mind handed myself a cup of tea,

the one labelled, sagacious synaptic synergy.

I sipped on it soporifically

while cosied in the verdancy

of assumed medicinal verbiage

surrounding me,

my insecurity

ensconsing me,

in the vortex of a linguistic hurricane

you know, the ones like an old phone exchange.

A busy one.

Flailing.

Lots of.

 

The tea took its effect,

it lullabied so

perfectly.

 

 

(This used to be one of my favourite shows. And Katie’s voice. Wow.)

 

 

 

 

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