donate your taste

dynamite energies converge
over the making of a not
normal evening made even better
after a few selfish types,
together with the sun, have left
eager eyes root through the
yawning crock pot
of our overly inactive room
using the feeling to get through the
reeling eyes and impatient disgust that
takes you down as it fills you up
answering a question never asked
staying awake until dawn again
the thoughts do not stop arguing
even as the joy and coffee wakes up

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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