Inside some minds
Revolves a jagged scrap, a metal shape
On display in the dark like an African diamond.
Night flares shoot from its sharp-angled corners,
Maiming pulsing webs of soul, bone and vein.
A brilliant kill- dead and done are the
Nektons of the spirit.
Our conversations
click around magnetic corners,
attract and oppose,
the horseshoe metal slides
your sounds
over my red thought blocks,
twists and flips
the silver tips until-
snap-
our heads fold to
the horizontal,
the poles quiver
as our souls
join the elliptical current,
the inseparable invisible,
the magnetistic
meeting of minds.
He makes a steady sound inside
Like a million computers
Whirring in a
Concrete room.
His veins form a
Steel infrastructure
Unconcerned
With pumping blood,
There’s no room anyway
For gray matter has invaded
Each cubicle of space
Oh so efficiently.
It’s a pet of the mind
Always slipping its leash,
Digging up
Stinking treasures,
Pooping
In someone else’s yard,
Chasing
Its tail
Or speeding cars.
Phrases of flattery
Stir in my mind
Until like
Necklace chains
They swirl into
A glistening knot.
Cover the mind’s
Cracked concrete slab
With laughter streaks of
Sidewalk chalk.
Fill the silence
With shuffles of
Hopscotch feet,
And when you
Start to rain inside,
Let the colors
Wash away.
But clutch the
Chipped chalk nub
So you can
Create again.
As a noun
It’s a pesky irritation,
Sound violation,
Germ infestation.
But put the wind in its wings
And as a verb
These three letters glide
Through the mind
Repeating,
Whispering,
Infecting mankind with
An impossible dream.
jacsprat 