It's two and still sleepiness not knocking on my door,
one should find a comatose me dead on the floor.
With all the hectic (thank you SBS) of this fortnight,
came feelings vocabulary cannot describe.

Time spent with pliers and sequins.
foolish looking as of harlequins.
Tiny appreciations of attachment,
contrast this poem of vehement.

Aspiring tutor maybe? “Meaning of annul?”
Ten-second consideration, all that is allowed.
What's on me and what's off me make your contemplation,
I  do not despise them, they often bring about realisation.
A manual of all favourite replies to be vividly learnt,
so the face displays the bottom arc of circle, I always yearn.
Completion, hope it comes by the end of the week,
stop that paranoia of a shared future being bleak!
Hitherto compatibility: my laughter matches (touchwood!) asthma,
unlike Ethan Hunt and Joey Potter, together, way under par.



SAT this saturday!!!  a little vocabulary practice this is.