Patterns (2008)
By
James Moats in Asheville, NC
Anyway, as I was saying
before the last break,
my mind, it tends to wonder.
You'll never find me asleep.
Endless chatter,
it muddies my water.
It fractures my patterns,
makes new ones.
And now, in closing,
I would like to finally
say something of some interest.
I cherish my neuroses
Endless chatter,
it muddies my water.
It fractures my patterns,
makes new ones
I fall into.
