Sep 28, 2011

overlap

the run off from mental illusions
spill into my waking life.
i slide off the bed
into a puddle of spoiled thoughts.
the stench rises me to feet
without a second look
i create
a device
transports me to a time place
unfamiliar
forms take shape
spewing visible language in the air
i watch the symbols float
collide with rival strains
combine mutate into a soup of letters.
the voices become loud chaotic
polluting the air.
i dance until moisture becomes heavy
drops fall from the sky
drowning out the conversations.
i slowly walk to shelter
allow the cleanse to take place.
others shout envious misunderstandings
i ignore them
enjoy the moment
etch the memory into my brain.