All poems

Alex M

2015 July 22, 2015

Oh no! Oh my! Tic toc! His brain: so fast. Ideas: they’re cash. Mister Alex Murdoch.

Take a minute, in fact, take two. Watch intuition grow to fruition. Inceptions and conceptions that flew.

Bottle openers of bats. A Gatorade tumbler. K’nex and gun black. I’m now the humbler.

A trip to Mamoun’s? You’re in luck boy! Take a ride, make room and stop calling me ____ ___!