back
in the basement
it's
cold again
the
heat kicks on
before
I can finish
writing
the words
too
fast thinking
on
the fly on the wall
and
he is that fly
where
he sits
trying
not to get hit
what
it might mean
or
doesn't
which
side is more right
absolutely
out
of his mind
by
now no one
can
see through
the
cloud he has created
destroying
beautiful buds
burning
lungs
dangerous
smoky
toxins
inhaled
willingly
allowing the mind
a
destructive release of sorts
some
kind of contradiction
wonder
winds clear the room
and
the mind etch-a-sketch
shaken
gray blank page style
ramble
on and on
torn
between
these
thoughts pounding
and
sleep calling
sleep
wins
when
eyes close
one
with a twitch that won't quit
what
it might mean
or
doesn't
which
side is more right
absolutely
nothing
concluded...
2 comments:
Certainly were dark days...hope you are really in a better basement now.
The basement here is home! Dark days made these bright ones brilliant!!
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