Poem: Thinking is a Pane

Thinking is a pane

always to normal sense.

Intent is moot;  you

should leave rocks.

“Guitar Hero” is my

band’s aide.

Kick sharp rocks

in which the milk

went bad.

Now I have to love.

Choosing does not hand

an out to funny smells.

Drinking is a game

always for narwhal cents.

— Mh, Sept. 2011

2 responses to “Poem: Thinking is a Pane

  1. Love the abstractness!

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