Poetry Mondays

This is what I mean by needing to be some kind of emotional state. Right now I'm feeling silly.

But it is true. I had a dream you were eaten by a haunted vine.


"You look tired."
My first greeting of the day.
Grab coffee, get wired,
Don't care the skies grey.
Eat Breakfast! It's important.
No time for a discussion,
Till now I've been dormant,
Don't care that we call it McMuffin.
Bop my head to nostalgic music
Sit alone in my room, not for long.
Sometimes you just have to do it,
Sometimes you just have to be wrong.
I dreamt you were eaten by a haunted vine.
I'm sorry, and for that I'm dropping you a line.