1/3

1/3

1/3 through the fall
and 7/8 through this day
I sit here and count away
on my fingers to pass the time
fractions - distractions of my mind
and between all the nonsense
I've nearly forgotten
where I've found myself sitting
A puddle of tears
from whence I was a giant
I drank the potion and I ate the crumpet
all in vain to get the garden
that just lies behind the tiny door
just over there
where my lady awaits me beyond the lens flare

Hmm... crazy me again. A couple nights ago, I couldn't sleep so I read a chapter of Alice in Wonderland. Crazy crazy. And so it goes. I only need to write 40 more things to match my most productive writing year. Peace out.