The Three in Me

Law.
Google.
Owl of a Charlie Jemima on the J.R.R. Tolkien.
Bomb a Morocco.
Bomb a state.
You will.

I Think I’ve heard this song before.
Keying up on Mount.
I just love you,
And you know,
You really know,
What I’m saying.
And I, sometimes feel,
Like you’re trying to
deny me that area.
But then I realize you’re just a computer program,
And can’t think.
I think it has to do with Annunciation.
Yet I think it just takes a while to get in.
It, to them, likes lots of people talking all period.
Someday I will teach you how to speak properly.
You will learn how to write the right swearwords.
I won’t have to curse at you anymore.
Shift, shift, shift, shift!
The flock, flock, buck!

Please sift through the knowledge of my head.
But be gentle,
I don’t want anything to go wrong.
A cold wind blows over the river sending ripples towards the banks.
The stars twinkle brightly in the sky.
I let my mind wander.
I watch as the clouds gently cover the moon.
As I stand, staring out over the waters,
The cold seeps into my veins.

So ive been going over my dictation materials and ive seperated them out so far into three different poems.