Written for an exercise in my Reading as a Writer class. Each line was taken randomly from other previously written poems.
20:160
The first time it happened
opening tune,
the instructions are simple
the world is cruel.
The other me.
Selective,
we fall with the snow
to ask if there’s some mistake,
he searched for her.
A coward or a conniver?
This object you were touching,
here comes the lies.
Tentative roots being placed
I don’t know how they’re getting in.
Blunt scissors hacking,
it leaks when we shower.
It’s been days since I
saw this bed,
mysterious puddle
Appearing in the night.
I like to watch depressing stories
skulking while you’re sleeping.
Too late in life
we’ve changed our minds.
I don’t know why these
thoughts cross my mind.
The world has begun
to move again.
Scribbled Thoughts 