thought

after all kinds of sophistry

they finally read something honest

in a world that has detoured from books

they had just about given up 

themselves 

they thought wrong they

caved they pushed the tablet into the portal 

surgically wired into they chest

where the heart once 

resided   #katyamills

glass of broken thought

I wanna ignore some thoughts in my head or top them off a boil and float the bastards away. Tired of telling myself sometimes I’m a loser, I’m no good, cannot hold a candle to you. I wanna take them out back and twist them dry, but you cannot get water from a stone.

I wanna take the stone cold self antagonist inside me and shatter her through some wall length plate glass window and stand there and watch, and listen until every last fragment and shard falls to ground in a puzzle of unsolved life.

Then listen to my pretty head full of nothing and adorn her with flowers and songs and flashes of light. I will grab a broom and sweep up the pieces of my broken thought. And hang them on a wall.

– K

a fullness (in an empty space)

thoughts
softened before
summer

feelings
flooded the
plains

a cottontail
explosion

everything’s
up in
the air

immediate
light and easy
accessible

hovering around
the head

nocturnes
pressed out
on a baby grande in
some cathedral
of light

i prayed
all the spinal
locks be released
all at once

pardoned on
yawning steps

the
forgotten
hidden
temple

made of
hillside

lifted
our spirits

chanting
the souls
into silence