octopus garden

He stretched out
Camouflaged
Shot across the floor
A rocket ship

A trail of ink
I gathered
Dipped my quill in
And satisfied my urges

With words of plenty

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s