Musing at Midnight

So there is vino

In my veins.

There is moonlight

In my shame–

Which bewilders

My counterclaim.


So I may be weak

But utterly cognizant

Of my aim.

To regain

My flaming



And I take steps.

I break frets.

I steal nets

Which catch me

In my own depths.


Of self-righteousness–

I have no claim.

To shame.


I am not you.


I am this Miss

From Kansas.

My peers lack


Of justice.


So I take steps.

I can’t condone frets.

I demolish nets

Which catch chum

We should regret.

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    1. I just reiterated an additional line. I felt there was something lacking. But thank you!!!! Most of my “poetry” comes from nowhere. This was so fun and sporadic to write. I appreciate your willingness to do a little extra work for the vocabulary. I appreciate your support, more than you’ll know.

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