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Perpetual Concussion
My mind is swirling
with un-thought thoughts
and un-dreamt dreams,
things I shouldn't be thinking
and therefore don't.
Or do I?
I've been lying to myself for so long
I can't tell the difference
between
desire
and want.
Needs and dreams
run together
holding hands and skipping
in the meadows of seduction -
the alleys of addiction
Facts I knew
as truth
are gone - replaced
by lyrics
of ballads never written -
melodies with no tune.
Words and slurs
and colors
like drugs
seep into the pawpring
the negative image
of my fragile
stonewalled mind.
Sleep -
clear out the cobwebs
of exhausted opinions
Insomnia -
trying to hold on
like a packrat
of
Im
ag
in
ary
junk.
Hit head against the floor
fall down
close eyes
focus -
fuzzy -
question
no more.
