#poems: Crochet Orders

There is a quiet place

in my head that holds me



and fears.

Where Starfox barrel rolls in glorious 3D

to avoid the tyranny of live turkeys gobbling.

Void of bad phone service,

Ruined plans,

Wack rap,

And wacker humans.

A place of peace.

Hooked around a simple thought,

Pulled through like yarn and loop.

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