Beneath My Skull

Purple globs of awkward thinking
In the midst a light bulb waiting
for a solemn figure named inspiration to flip the switch
Ideas and revelations paced at the starting line,
Waiting for the gun to sound
To see who can make it to the finish line
Pictures of yesterday posted on billboards
Films playing round and round
Cabinets and drawers overflow
with a messy jumble of facts and memories
Anything but alphabetical order
Cobwebs and dust
hide forgotten creatures of the past
Then in the midst of all the clutter, You stand.

(2002)