Yawns at noon
remind of anxious
thought improvisations
thet were drumming
within the skull
at midnight.
Tired
Krater Café
Words and Images by Richard Reeve
Yawns at noon
remind of anxious
thought improvisations
thet were drumming
within the skull
at midnight.
Your words resonate so much
Thank you Brenda!
I know that drummer well, and so I end up napping more than I expected to when I was younger.
Peace, Richard. Have a beautiful weekend.
🥁, peace Michael.
Yes ……. late at night when caught in thought of things that weren’t but ought.
…or were and oughtn’t.
True but more scary!
Real life.
Thanks Nicole!