I just brushed by,
Teensily, a engnimatic
Redundancy. Empathy ..like..

I can’t stand hell,
Tween silly-ing, songs gone
Wrong, abundantly, as an

Iota/Idea; that’s good, huh?
Teenied amongst repetition.
Oh great, stupid elepathy!

Constantly, when I’m out in my yard,
Cheekily, tiny bugs flit to my arms;
I poof them off

With a breath, puffed;
As I blow you away –
I’m tired of being
A something..
As a nothing..

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/23/12