Wavelengths sway forth carried by the wind. My window winds itself up as I utter wingdings !!!
My mind is numb with wine. Mine is winter’s fuel.
To stray drumbeats I whine. I find myself astray in a minefield- dragged away from my essays by a baseless bass.
I am debased and find no base for that in basic logic.
This percussion has me concussed. There is no case for discussion. I am nonplussed!
This (drumbeat) I attempt to drown in sounds less loud but I’m so gowned in this shroud unsound that I emerge aloud with a permanent frown! This audio cloud just won’t come down!
Am I a clown wearing a crown in this crazy town or does the world really go round in the real world?
I whirl these thoughts as they unfurl. In fact I twirl. All seems absurd.
Yet the whirlwind swells up with yells and hurls.
My skull curls up in sleepless twists. My hull lists. Insane seagulls drill at my fists. I resist a cull. From this I desist.
I annul.
Instead...
I opt for null states dull where I can mull and lull and just be one...
with my sweet girl.
A.T. Blantyre June/July2011
