Hopeless fanatic. Misguided romantic. Frantic. My best childish man trick, Antic. Ticky, tock. ..the clock shifts, knock, knock. Knocked back into reality, A concussion so sporadically puts me in the situation that bared my insanity. In sitting so desirably sounds so sweetly seemingly swallowed me. Me thinking these inspired Truly falsely was I wired I … Continue reading Poem: Frantic →