SHELL OF IMAGINARY IMAGINATION

Strange little threads that are held on to.
Causing commotions in my morning coffee.
Sinking feelings that cut too deep, simple systemic exposure.
Buzzing like the office fluorescents, dialling a tone.
Naked and running. Leaving myself at home.
Heaven bubbles in my veins, blowing blooms along my spine.
Disturbing the herons of this mind.
Take me down to the water.
To the catacombs of the happy, were they hoard their treasures.
This middle distance, which keeps us at arm’s length.
Puts my past to sleep, and rip open my mind.
Something so obscene.
The devil can dip its fingers in my soul (if out of sight).
A sunglass reflection in the mirror, which at first seemed so close.
Cut the distance and pull the cord.
Curtain calls and swallow whistles.
Finding me alone on that wondering star.
Flying, down Mulholland drive

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7 thoughts on “SHELL OF IMAGINARY IMAGINATION

    • The flights of fancy. My mind drifts at work usually, the visions where the world crumbles and you have to blink back into reality. A plunge into fear and loathing in Las Vegas territory, entertaining if it wasn’t a flag for insanity – eel . Glad you enjoyed this one (the pic is from Thelma and Louise!)

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