Objects just fall out of my brain,
roll down to my fingers,
and if they look the same
well that’s a win, although…
Sometimes mistakes work out just fine,
a tweaking here and there,
and that blunder of mine
is something of use, although…
Beavers build dams up there, I’d swear,
and though they are welcome,
they prevent new ideas
they seem happy there, although…
Upon those dams breaking, I flood,
always at daft O’clock,
and with water comes mud
in which I get stuck, until…
I had great fun writing (and drawing) this one! It’s a circular poem, it doesn’t end! It happened by accident which is wonderfully reflective of how my mind works.
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