Aimless, Nameless

A poem of unorganized words that happen to make sense.

         Frick frack
         Heart attack
         Dream a long way
          to the moon and back

         Coors moors
         Twos threes fours
         Lock your safe
         Close the doors

         Wax wane
         Such a shame
         A new man, the moon man
          brings the rain

         Tick tock
         Roll and rock
         Make the numbers
          'round the clock

         Chords lords
         Tall billboards
         Tell-tale backstab
         Hearts he hoards

         Shore floor
         Stoney core
         Free thinkers, we get it
         Say no more

         Snow blow
         Free to go
         Talking heads fade away
         Goodbye ego

         Nun stun
         Become one
         Making sense out of nothing
         Well done

         Tames fames
         Fortress games
         Life lickers, time tickers all
         Know thy names

         White flight
         American night
         Where there is thick darkness
          there is light