01 December 2014

It's Contagious

what a noise
these shenanigans
face is getting all contorted
I start feeling, what is it called, all giddy inside

this is all new, very strange, queer feeling, as little
yelps of sound escape from my lips

felt like convulsions riveting through my body, from deep down inside, as if it was hiding, free to self express, an explosion did come

something quit amazing had me beside myself, even though the sound came from my own mouth, grumbling at first, burst with a punch, laughter erupted from a secluded place, let lose on the world, unrestrained, close to hysterical

Fibonacci Poem
Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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