A few words
caught in the white
of the screen
a trailing thought
“The winnowing whistle
of the winter of the wind”
or “Light licks it’s way
up the wall, spilled liquid”
phrases that tickle
or itch like a feather
poking through the down
warmth of a comforter.
Tag: language
Neurosis — An Image of Drug Induced Psychosis
Words break off broken
Mind leaks wide open
Mouth tied loosely
To random thought
Processes not operating
Optimally but bugging
Out and dripping drugged
Sluggish and slurred
Slurry of syllables failing
To impart any meaning.
When I Don’t Listen
You’re talking, lips moving
however I hear hardly
anything you are saying,
just a dribble of sounds
maybe a stray syllable
or a vowel that didn’t veer
off course. Your consonants
fail to carry in the air
and the timbre of your voice
tumbles to the table top
before it reaches my ears.
