Sence Of Mind

I sit with pen and paper yet

Inking myself dry with unsaid words.

Of worlds plucked of grey matter and luck.

While she sleeps with the rushing blood and pain

patient of the night, long down the drain.

Her snores hollow through the floor above my head, stills

The shadowed market places. I creep,

Over tiled floors and deep wood stairs in fleeting calm.

Dogs piling on sheets and scrubs.

Her mind rolling through the viscera she could not

Help. In sizzling peppered car accidents the burning meat

still deep in her mind.

The world rushes suddenly and violently to a point,

Kitchen alive with hissing sprays drowning out the snores.

The clatter of pots and pans. Catching the spices hurled

From glass or tin. A kaleidoscope of sweet and spice dripping

Into the air. Delicate hands twisting crumbling dried leaves.

A flick of motion and something new

Overpowers a mined that is racing screeching

Like metal on wood.

I see you roaming and creating in slivers of light.

Racing embers fleeing to the air, only to flutter

to a cold concrete ground. Metal shavings glitter

in the late hours light. Your hand rolls and scratches

in hasting thought in your own solution.

Metal chimares welded in twisting beauty.

Shocked to life, you are frankenstein,

and these are your monsters, answers to a question.

Only you can see in grey matter and ink.