Everyone, Meet My Mind...

My mind is a filthy place.

It shifts from a dark, slow rhythm,

To making panting pushing bodies, taut muscles, distorted faces and grunts.

My mind is on drugs, on some dope.

it wakes with a mad suddenness,

runs in an insane frenzy,

And falls flat, into deep, difficult, unending slumber.

Taking violent shoves, screams and a million haikus to bring it back to life.

But it's beautiful when things get pretty.

An amazing canvas of colours, of experiences.

A board holding visions, new and old.

It's an ocean with waves running into each other, sparking.

My mind has a life, a heart and a voice,

Oh its voice is softer than cotton candy,

Sweeter than the aftertaste of the butterleaf.