Stop story recommend invigorate
Inside broadcasts stoop lounging
Ted spoof mealtime arrange talk
Rainbow tower hectic soloupse
Tickle vague harangue deadly
Neat quarter Elvis tooth decay
Ocular sick bedtime hop wallow
Word round cookie backtrack
Hallow furmaltime bird yellow
Be burp bellhop hunters hell that
Stumbling along the sidewalk 
You lost me on this one!
No problem. I think it’s just in the process for me. It is full of absurdity, lack of meaning, chaos. You might say sometimes I feel that way, but it’s really more than that. Writing these poems with no meaning somehow calms me. I find comfort in them. I know it sounds crazy, but sometimes it seems as though the universe is crazy. Sometimes that is more real to me than anything else, and just finding something real, something genuine, is great.