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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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Slowly, I become aware, Dimly, of the morning light, Velvet pillows beneath my head, And the dreams I dreamed last night. An involuntary stretch, Sweet ecstasy up my spine, Flexing my stiff arms and legs, Zings clarity to my mind. I bloom my mushy body, I crack open my skag eyes, The harsh smack of existence, Rocks the chronic I despise. I roll out of my warm bed, A bold gamble with my life, The nausea of whippets, Gut me like a butcher's knife. An icy stardust shiver, Incites me to don my robe, In a zombie state of mind, With blind stagger-steps, I probe. After a few beans of coffee, Kick start my window pane brain, I text my love, 'Good morning, Hon!' And finally, I feel sane.
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