Through the mind of kaleidoscope colours.

In the nether world of skull
mind games a plenty
she paces up and down
posing while puckering her lips.
Within the prism of a car
travelling through his neighbourhood
a boy sees a girl on a trampoline,
a man mowing his lawn,
another girl entering her home,
two ladies engrossed in
the entanglement of verbal gossip
all the while the roof’s chimneys smoked.
Down the corridor the phone rings
a thought answers
while the footsteps of a headache
pound ahead in the darkness
echoing through an empty mind
where a sign reads
in the eye’s window:
Vacant to let.
But not today. It’s all a dream.
The only reality...
a lone leaf flutters
disconsolately across a gravel path
while syllables carried
on a thought that have
no meaning fall
onto this page.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"another Pleasant Valley Sunday"---

"the weekend squire who just came out to mow his lawn"----