A Poets workshop

Looking for me, waiting for her. "Where for art thou?" This picture's blurred. "I been around the world", swimming the oceans swirl. Time alone spends best, this mind I'm on pens blessed. A lil unorthodox, I beats the box, hard to follow, like I screened the locks. Back that ass top, the "ceiling's the roof", I pack the bag stock, but the puddings the proof. The dog, the woof, the wolf, I blow. Three little pigs, add bacon to go. The sauce, the heat, the challenge, no meat. The random, then tantrums, the spirits, the phantoms. All in a row, my thoughts out of control. You wonder how I put words together, I just listen for what ever... 😁