I drank coffee
and emptied my mind
(except when I filled it
with curlicues
smoke rings
and rhymes)
then I noticed
everything rhymes
and when I stepped outside
and looked at the sky
something inside me said
it’s not me
and that felt fine
.
Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Crack in the Ceiling
Poetry by Thomas Radwick
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