I’m overwhelmed, asphyxiated by
words ricocheting in my head. Their clamor
is like the primate section of a zoo on a
midsummer weekend, except it intensifies
after the sun goes down. No banana for you,
I think to myself.
Their risqué mating rituals form thoughts,
paint illusions on a caffeine-starved mind
too tired to bother looking for reality. Too tired
to be a bulwark against the words, really.
Tonight, I let the ink spill onto paper,
words that resemble rorscharch paintings
in syntax and form. Yet the words are there,
whispering,
out of control,
catcalling,
inviting a cataclysm.
So glad I'm on vacation.
2 comments:
accidental ink spots - i turned into japanese lettering and was banned from the maths class - but it began
a career in creativity -that others thought quite mad
i love the writing - inviting a cataclysm- why not- you are on vacation -time to enjoy such things -
love to you jack
Hahaha - Japanese Lettering. I love it. I have always had good handwriting, too legible for my own good sometimes. I was always too conscientious a student.
The cataclysm rages on, Jack. Maybe I'll write about it. Or rather, I'll wait for the words to come.
Hugs
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