In My Mind…
Sitting… The soft polar draft coming thru the small window…
I like to poison myself sitting here.
In hailing the cold, white led paint chipping away like time itself.
I sit there on a big mattress with tired quilts.
The i-pod begins to sing.
"So I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me to see the beauty in the world through my own eyes"
Yes
Teach me, to make a luscious, luminous piece.
I discover an empty, blank feeling I despise.
LEAVE my body for once!
Teach me to write like I once did.
Beautiful words creating a dazzling lagoon a tall willow tree
As luminous fireflies dance in a summer night's breeze.
A forest of bewilderment I use to sit in with my little row boat…
Which is now broken
So I sat there
I sat…
In my mind.