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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