Mind Ocean

I'm fully awake am I not?

The circus rats eat what they do not deserve, while weeping train tracks amidst the fog return back to their shells

Golden eyes stare underneath the subterranean doctor’s office in the middle of october

Before fleeting letters soar above the trenches, initiate a game of tag cloud rascals view with excitement  

When the beach owls shake off their haunted feathers, creeping flamingos approach dancing inside a hollow pinecone

Nesting wheat beneath my freezing skin, why doesn’t samba tell me the ways in which yellow paints a pig

For when the acidic taste of circus fright hangs between marriage rings, knocking on the rubber window does not bring fortune

Inside the party animal’s iron lung lies a rocking chair longing to be studied

Until the giraffes bend their spoons, the coffin ceremony shall not commence after ten in the morning

There goes the elusive orbiting mechanic, thinking of days we should travel through the skeleton of time

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Is it true that a writer puts down the words, but the human creates their core intention? Your core seems to offer choices endearing: logical, a little worrying, adventurous - or absolute an' wonderful mayhem! Yours must be, might be - a mind that absorbs clues from somewhere in space or from Davy Jones' locker where the hulk of past lies waiting to be rescued. Yours are words to be explored. Many + thanks for sharing.

[Skelterton]

Very poetic sentence there, thank you for the review!

[redd Brick Keshner]

Absolutely liked the poetic voice and tone which flirts with absurdity, straddling playful whimsy and darker undercurrents of isolation or entrapment. Shifts in scene and creatures feel spontaneous, like a stream-of-consciousness guided by associative leaps rather than linear logic. A true pleasure.

[Skelterton]

I tried to write like I would draw intuitively. Writing a picture from my subconscious thoughts. Thank you for the review!

[redd Brick Keshner]

Much enjoyed, and you are most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️