Welcome to my thoughts;
Dont ridicule them they can be fragile as bone,
Like a rabbit in a hat,
Or some words from a poem.
They are different from yours,
I have a patent to prove it.
They scream loud under my bed at night,
Profusely scratching behind the bars of my eyes.
Burden them with your attention,
They hastily tuck themselves under my tongue.
So I encourage them to walk holding the pen,
and crawl freely between the edges of a page.
YOU ARE READING
HANDS OF AN ORACLE
PoetryTHE THOUGHTS THAT ARE TIED UP: IN THIS RIBBON HEAD OF MINE.
