Listen! I’m talking to you, he said to the mirror.

Help me decipher these fragmented thoughts:

From the very beginning…..we are locked

in isolated minds…..simmering hot

fibrous solutions arcing sparks like a

grinding wheel dumb of its rotating self

throwing holograms of tricky, bland light

for billions of pied elucidations

by flawed, chemical collusions painted

by chances’ whims of perception, fated

to pursue that umbilical link …that

elusive oneness to the flow of life

from which I was lovingly, sadly torn.

And we all know it exist….doesn’t it?

It’s so simple: allow me nirvana,

that whispered agreement, “Yes, yes, I know!”

from some entity divine or simple

as skin touch, hand clap or burning leaves smell.

Place your fingers on your temples: it’s all

just biology.  Did you feel it?  There,

that repulsive hairy rodent bumping

burrowing stifling muddle-headedness

that dead fullness……is it a corruption

in the spasmodic spark shower itself?

Are capillaries constricted, neurons

lacking sufficient flint to strike words……thoughts?

I do know ideas are snagged in transit,

wedged in dead-end deformities, bouncing

off walls, flinging echoes of frustration.

Those random un-sensed possibilities

struggling to permeate my consciousness;

who knows what brilliance never surfaces?

Is our hard hunger only the seeking

of what’s trapped below; god or peace only

those stifled sparks sending S.O.S. calls?

A logical progression of thought was

just chopped, (I felt the dull blade; my throat aches)

severed just behind the tongue an instant

before a flash of fluency rose up.

Listen I’m talking to you!  he said to the mirror.