ZONGS OF ZAMZARA

I never know

what I’m gonna write

These words just come

Like they turned on the light

In darkness I am cool

No words are needed

Then they turn the damn light on

And something is kneaded

So I roll it around on my unfloured

Thing here

Sometimes it sticks or will bake a few days

Sometimes it burns or I’ll throw it away

Never do I know what’s next

Amazing I am never perplexed

I never did talk quite normal

I never did like talking formal

The world in my head is quite comfy

In chaos

I try to explain it but something is hiatus