An experimental thing for today.
The following piece of writing will contain
No rhymes, no reason, no structure that you might consider normal, words simply flowing trickling down like a leaky faucet.
Verses bunched together, stanzas quite misbehaving, obeying the whims of a most unconventional poet.
Sentences flocked together, running long, like a marathon as done back in ancient times, slim bodies naked and moving in the bright sunlight.
Words that take on a life of their own, silly things that only wish to be free an unrestrained, painting images for your mind to interpret as it wishes.
Altogether a strange display of expressionism, a runaway poem wishing to be somewhere else even as it has been written down here.
This has been a disclaimer.