Common Sense 0.

Common Sense 0./Monique Denise Allen

I can not express it through tone. I’m full of words. Seeking the transcribe. A common ground, I seek. A common ground that will allow me to blanket beneath my self expression. 

My body contains its own tone. My sight texturizers the war of my own illusion and the  fairytale of might.

Armor me o word. Depart from my poor mind. Enrich me O clover. Turn the sight from black to green. 

I long for home four-score. 

I passed the test with mighty armor that shadows me.  I wonder what a four-clover soup would taste like.

Many are called and I choose you

Trickery for luck pulses the air. I am gone as far as the wind

Yes?

How can I help you?

How are you feeling?

What brought you here?

Choose your words wisely dear.