yes, I am a binge poet

last one for tonight, I promise.

this one is because I thought the last two sort of boring, and I was home alone so I stalked through the house singing something random and manic which came to mind as an expression of the boringness of my poetry, and that reminded me of an image and an old dream and that all ran together into this slightly surrealistic little composition :D

I love surrealism...some forms of it anyhow...and multi-meanings...

don't worry to person to whom this is addressed is long gone and fully resolved.
and no real blood was shed then or now.

Memories make useful inspiration at times though.