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NaPoWriMo 2017 13/30

I can always rely on Mr. Moon
he is my constant, my complete focus.
Instrumental in my freeway thinking,
he brightens the deepest navy canvas.
The enigma of our reality:
Moronic questions wield moronic answers.
Making way for tiresome humanity,
especially those every day chancers.
Tonight I am in need of mental floss,
after the stupidest mystery was solved.
The world doesn’t need special characters
when five minutes ago is “oh so old”.
Bring me urban beats of hallelujah,
when they realise high heels really hurt, and
that Mario wears a Space Invader?
I think I’ll join a Mariachi band.
Always relying on my Mr. Moon
to help me navigate my state of play.
His patience paints a realm of reflection,
a quarantine from the longest day.



I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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