Let me get
it out,
the rambling
rush of
scrambled,
spangled,
words
bludgeoning my
brain.
Thoughts like
sunshine,
spilling over
the whole landscape,
beaming
though every nook and
space in
bright rays, constant but
scattered,
diffused.
Love, sex,
longing, smoking,
drinking,
partying, sitting,
sleeping,
working, stressing,
jumping for
joy, wallowing
with blues.
A ping-pong
match of thoughts,
emotions,
thoughts, emotions,
thoughts,
emotions, thoughts,
emotions,
missed, bouncing on
the floor.
Match point.
Give me
more, I want less,
Give me
less, I want more,
tempt me,
accept me, want me,
choose me,
suffer me and
break and be
healed.
Insufferable
tangles of
inconsistency,
the mind,
balanced
between need, want,
desire, rationality
and the
ambiguous present.
Words at the
gate, words on
the
ramparts, arrows slicing through
the air
between the advancing thoughts
and the
entrenched beliefs.
A rambling
rush, crowding the landscape.
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