Friday, March 23, 2012

Telepathy

multi-colored ball of yarn

paw at me from your window box

striped with shiny sunbeams

my softened shoulders shrug



pulling myself towards interest

shake my eyes and try to sober

mauled by that unlucky clover

pray that you will somehow

save me



manufactured rounded rope

curls its finger string at me

singing softly like a siren

mustering me out to sea



coiled anchor spool of twine

secures me in my indecision

my barbed wire nest of

curiosity sedates my sense as

sound is fallen under waves

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