Friday, January 13, 2012

11:27 AM


Anonymous said...

a poeeem.

Where do i go?
Immersed in sounds
Phonons of particles tickles
my neurons and my feet.

Rain pours outside.
Warm in a blanket.
Warmed by the sound.
I drift off to twilight sleep
music becomes, florescent
green with patterns of blue
velvet. That wind up tickling
my feet.

Jeff said...

Anon- I can honestly say that I've never received a comment in the form of a poem! Thank you very much!!