poem

[Toad]

Misfire-Induced transduction


Before the curtains of this night
As veiled before what is to come,
A stridulant prowess pose,
In its entrance—
Grinds progressive thought,
Halted to its knees.

On an apparent edge of nowhere
This mind should ever be,
I skirt beyond edge of sanity.
The distance takes its toll, for certain—
Abhor the thought of falling,
Detest the trip testing limits,
Stunned each time the line moves further,
Not simply déj* vu.

Trance becomes before my eyes,
Lays in this mediocrity,
Blind my mind from what is seen
With shuttering tenacity.

Lanced fret, my phantom—
Echo’s un-song melody,
By its own accord,
Does with its tenacity
Mortised to revert.

My mind: void of cohesive thought,
Tumbles through space—
As an asteroid directionless
Reeling beyond ability,
To track nary a moment,
Pulled toward celestial body—
Combust,
As friction tears body and soul,
From its seams,
Till what remains,
Driven into ground,
Pulverizing evidence—
Dust fills the air
As my minds eye opens to face
Cohesion, lacking thought.

Is it peace of mind
Or pieces of
Which leave me in this state,
You decide
Once left this ride,
Mindful words in play.
Each twist or turn,
Not solely page,
Novelties in themselves,
Skips from story
Off heights of many
Depth impressions markedly,
Pieces—bread crumbs,
Tell of tale.

Facing the wind before my mind,
Entranced by stroke of each key,
Brakes forth from plight—
Textual imagery besets the sight.


todd

[waves]

poem... elicits in my mind images of massive mechanosensory overload and overhaul...

Flow smooth... content grinding... cliff edge falls too oft too near, thus to me would appear.

i hope today finds you well in mind and form

~ waves ~