thought and ink

racing toward

the end of another thought

interrupts and doesn’t mind

kicking him off his block

block of thought

sitting on the couch

still able to visualize all the time

memory captured beautiful breath

reaching up high from down low

tide revealing the most sound

heard when mind is quiet

wondering where his thought falls

back towards a bag of leaves

blocking the driveway until strong

wind blows them in all directions

the mind faces itself again

stepping out of bounds

and leaps as well right off the page

or stays hidden in opposite ends

of the same rope tying hands

would be the only way to keep the pen

still strikes when it needs to rest

will not let the eyes stop reading

one continuous thought

there might be a break but broken

thought will not repair itself

might become two new thoughts

two directions one mind

in this thought without stoppage

seeing reactions some may have it all figured out

frozen has two meanings as well

and won’t soon be explained

as the mind is written out in long hand

hoping someone is listening

with eyes that can see the thoughts

paying attention to detail hidden deep

within the recesses of a mind swollen

and spilling out onto the page

until all the books are filled

how many before now

all we have to do is look forward

and as one direction rest the other

keeps spinning all it’s got without

the realization that most readers

might be lost by now

but someone should understand

that explanations sometimes get you nowhere

interrupted again a disturbance only comes

when running out of paper

with still too much thought and ink…