Perfect Sense To Me Poem by trebor reyd

Cryptic psychotic
Tripped it hypnotic
Hints and slips
Thung thied lips
Well coiffed quips
It’s my pleasure
For you to measure
Pen pushed pressure
Forced from mountains
Fountainous flows
Palatial prose
Thorny rose risen
From sin decisions
Votes counted
Boats mounted on
Chocks stuck
Two docks together
To weather
Storms of when her
Hearts crested sum her
Up streaming images
To eyes that SEE
Seas I’ve seen
Faces I’ve been
Places so mean
Meant to tear me
Not to share see
I don’t dare be
You or he or she
I was born to see
Reborn to be
me


(©rad101108)