What
was that thought that I had ... last night before I went to sleep...
The
one I was sure to remember in the morning...
It’s
always the same.
Drawing
circles in the sand with a stick.
Eccentric
circles.
The Witch
and the Lion – outside the wardrobe.
Questions.
Sometimes,
there
are no questions.
No
answers.
Chances
are.
There
is too much anger!
I
want to dance...
There
is too much darkness.
I
want to dance!
Oh,
but the density of silence...
Secrets?
Some
people are too fat for
their
miniskirts...
Her
underwear is actually pink.
That’s
great.
A
black temple-cat against white walls
suddenly
stops, looks around
and
looks at me.
Sits
for a while, then leaves.
What’s
that cat going on about all day long?
It’s
too sunny for umbrellas.
I’m
hot –
a tarred
road on a suffocating day,
heading
for a meltdown.
I
don’t know what time it is.
Feels
like it’s time to go.
I
don’t know what the time is.
The
Universe provides.
Feels
like it’s time for a drive!
I don’t
know what Time is.
I can
see road-signs.
Never
an airbag.
2013 Summer, Wednesday
2013 Summer, Wednesday
