Pastry Bed from Treefort by Wonder Working Lock

So there I was setting up the pastry bed
on my own

In the October Lounge
My mind was slipping sideways
Brain spilling out on the new throw rug

Gave a last look, to who was there
Noticed a tapping from a friendly stare
Now I have places to run and hide
Good ol' cases of who feels inclined?

I've just seen a face
Quickly a burning glare
How I reacted at the time was out of line
Come over, climb over the hill
When I hear your heartbeat, I crack open, scream

Laughed at a figure, offering some care
Took a sip of tea, and removed my shoes
There I was, right side up I think
and there is where, I would stay

• Experimental
• Snohomish