tonight while i sleep
shadows will peel from lampposts
and party long
finally free :-)

wor(l)ds crashing
shards of warnings
lost in the gust
split second split sky
hug of thunder
if there's anything
worthy of worship
it's the raw brutality
of a tempest
nature's dualism:
chaos and bedlam
surrounding an eye of calm
yes, now my train of thought
is snatched by the storm
empty-handed, empty-minded
brilliant from within

Every 5 or 10 minutes,
The colour of the world will turn,
Things you thought you grasped and knew
Grow feet so big that even you
Could admit nothing is as it seems
Because they run away, they do
And hide in rainbow-coloured rabbit holes

The tea goes cold
You left it out too long
You forgot again, but not for the taste
Of ginger and metallic water stays
On tips of tongues and in dream states

There's always something on my mind
And just when I thought I got it down
The skin tips, the bowl dips
And in I go, head first
Not afraid this time
Because not knowing
Forgetting
Is OK with time.
When your thoughts wear clown shoes.
So they can run better.
That's OK too.

Just imagine, me,
between the earth and the sky,
cradling the sun

comfort- to be mad
an insensitive speculation
but better perhaps
than the disgusting clarity
of self-imposed sanity