"Writing What I Think"
I don't eat and drink.
I eat what I drink and think.
Your mind's cosmic sun's ray reflects my mind's thoughts.
New writings' day is an old say in a different way.
Imagining a new play coming to Broadway.
Writing as green tea turns into red brandy.
A sea I drink and think in a sink of this tasty brandy.
Beaches that I lay on are sandy.
The poets write their songs by epiphanies in mountain peaks.
A true tune never knows what it seeks.
Only singers can write for an unspoken broken heart.
Inspired by music of an art.
Traveling boots lost in the time's mimicking rhyme.
By Jon Billet
01.16.2015
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