The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

Puddle Sonnet

Accompanying music.

Rainbows spread its fingers through

granite gray & silver liquid

crystal screens that always plume

in the rain that makes it fidget.

Should I splash my feet in you?

Does it feel like smacks or pets?

Looks as if you always snooze,

slowly swaying white light flecks.

Puddles never make me frown,

always soothe me with their sounds—

in their love I want to drown.

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