Tuesday, April 23, 2013

23 - The Original Thought (Writing About an Image)

I need to dream of something bigger

a centered peace disrupted
by cars and papers and
loud colors

dying clouds

little, tiny, distracting

I must think of something, now
before it's too late

Digging deep into the subconscious, ideas
pouring out suddenly like a wound
bleeding out memories
words and stories and
the icy cut of insults
knocked aside

He thought and thought and
puddled everything in the middle
a fiery sun trapped in his mind

and he burned
he burned

he burned

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