Morning verses (back to poetry) I have no clue where this Parallelogram in my head is coming from.. And if it is my forsaken mind’s internal tomb.. But in crave for peace I am begging you, Parallelogram.. Choke my floozy thoughts and walk with me arm by arm.. I can see you there, Parallelogram.. In a window frame. If I put my head upside down and stare.. At the face of May with its tipsy leaves .. Singing nightingales moonlit streams beneath.. Dance your blackened lines drawn with stony thumb.. Wash them off with rain with its jolly drum.. I just want to keep all things for now.. And next May they should change for best somehow.. Parallelogram.. See, you saved me now, thanks for silent night.. I should ask beloved to excuse this fight… I will follow lines of a poet’s verse.. Of how sweet this world.. It could have been worse…