Cryptic Poetry part 1
Submitted by placebo.nocebo on Sat, 02/14/2009 - 3:14pmwhen we wake up in the morning all we feel is
dampness from the layers underneath which we lie
our flannel sheets stick to our legs and we are forced
to unglue ourselves from the dream surface our astral bodies
have been bouncing and traveling throughout the night while we rest
and when we wake up in the morning we are sweaty from the adventures
our minds had without us.
I dig
Hey dude, I really liked the structure and imagry of your poem. Its very controled but also very passonate. When I wake up in the middle of the night and have that feeling of wtf, I think you really speak for me. The beat of the poem is also very hiku, very modern and exotic.
Keep at it dude,
-Lalaland356
“Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.”- Allen Ginsberg