He smashed
His ode record
Broke in
The same oh
Same oh!
Skipping
A beat
Down
Sow deep
In his sole
Feted
To follow him
Wear ever
Won is
I wrote this poem as the last poem of the day when I had just set a record for the most poems that I had written in a day. That was a couple of months ago, and the record has been smashed twice since. The He smashed opening line can be taken as a reference to being totally drunk. I find myself powerless to the muse, and such powerlessness is a great gift, only to be ignored at won’s peril. Perhaps the greatest synchronicity I experience in life is writing poetry. The rhythm and blues of life give me a groove allowing me to dance to the cornucopia of revolutions taking place at any given moment. Waking up to the singular fact that the earth moves at the bottom of my sole is enough to launch thousands of revolutions that I call the daze of my life. May you be moved by that which may be invisible to others at any given moment yet endows your very being.
