twist and burn

time to stop and think

always is and hardly

what your mom wants to hear

bend what you know as real

feel the rush not similar

to the burn of Niacin

out through all the pores

twenty minutes a little like boiling

if I had to guess

how would I really know

spending the day reading

putting thoughts in books

on screens big and small

piece of the world where I sit

need to get words in front of more eyes

time to twist and burn one down

thoughts on my brother scent in the breeze

trees of May send the mind down a slide

never know what I might come across

then down like a cross word puzzle

like I have been to some

many more have disappeared

from these eyes overlooking

the pond at the bottom of the hill

look for the cloud and my head in a book

putting words here what if I didn’t

think about how crowded a mind

heavy thought instead would rather

light it up and relax…