I walked into a book
And was strapped down in a seat
Held hostage by a caffeine addict
Who had had no one to talk to for five years.
Maybe it was the miasma of the place
Maybe he breathed a hallucinogenic fume
Because midway through his rant
He began to make sense.

Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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