A view transcends the plane of a mind
which flickers in and out of a possibility. Confusion
decimates control and momentarily fuses
nonsense nonfiction non...no.
smack that picture box into focus
I awake...
rubbing my temples like I'm adjusting
antennas, can see it so clear-
blabbering my babbling ramblings of
unseen dreams-
to unseen fiends.
Piecing together a 3D three piece jigsaw
that for some reason is now 2D, now
black and white and, oh now it's gone.
Can't choose my nightmares and too lazy
to choose my daydreams.
Silence provides a tongue twister as
my breath fights to beat a noise
out of my mouth. Days spent lost trying
to find sheep in a city of wolves so maybe
they'll find me when I need them.
Horizontal but still racing.
Won't speak to tease, or tickle a decision
if I'm so easily swayed by a breeze of
seemingly good ideas, have another round
before the next round tonight it'll help you see
black so they say running on and running along
my sentences conjoined and probably breathless
in the mess I'm left with, just want to shut it off
turn it down, just want to
Focus.