My mind’s mind stretches like burnt plasticine, shuffling from screen to screen. I want to scream for dreams. Anything to escape this numbing scene.
My head stretches like burnt plasticine from screen screen, from moon to moon. The minnows of my windows swim to the jeweled breeze of trees. Leaves at their knees. There’s a broken beat to the frozen heat, panting for a sexy sun to smooth its way to breathe another day.
The lungs of my soul spill out over a stranded stream of stunned summer scenes starved of oxygen. My wrenching winter wraps me in this endless night! Dang it. I need to sleep. 🙂