Oh, nuthin'...

I tried typing without thinking much. Here are some results.


One:

Ruminating over your favorites, marinating my soul in yours.

I am a mystery seeker. All paths lead

somewhere. My brain takes flight into the darkness, to where half-formed, half-seen, half-discovered realms be.

Reality dissolves into insignificance

in the face of fantasy.

Each:

Paragraph, sentence word, phoneme, motion, gesture, lift of an eyebrow
contains a nearly unending tunnel of possibilities, all awaiting my hopeful, sickly optimistic assembly.


T'other:

A sickly soft voice, shriveled and bound in love-coated malice

wraps and warps crying “Fragility!”

Each breath a shield, the exhaust of anger folded and tucked away

for future use.

Overflown, tops are skimmed off and released in exasperation.

Solutions (convictions) taunt just out of reach.

Car hum. Familiar dreary landscape.


And yet another:

“WHY?”

demands puddled marrow, seeping through splintered bone,

crushed by the dark and stifling sky.

Illusions (thin and fragile as a soap bubble on a friendly nose)

burst into a tiny chorus of condemnors--

suspicions inescapable, accusations unspeakable.

Night presses heavy on unready bones.