Train of Thought

Pardon me…

Chelvis Moon
Sep 19 · 1 min read

Derailed by eye contact
now aware
I’m taking up space
a violent, magnetic force
snapping into place.
Am I right, or wrong
to stare?
Too long maybe —
but
too consumed to care.

Seconds feel like years
how long
have we been standing here?

Words tumble from your lips
but I don’t really hear
my body
simply does your bidding…
and walks me
back to my chair.


No Crime in Rhymin’

poetry that dares to be funny, edgy, irreverent

Chelvis Moon

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Just a ghost renting some bones.

No Crime in Rhymin’

poetry that dares to be funny, edgy, irreverent

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