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“Channels of Thoughts”
He tried to
change
the channel
of thoughts
in his mind
latch on to
something
that can keep
his attention
for more than
a couple of
beats
on anything but
her,
he’s been on
the losing side
of this battle
for clarity
for over a
month
and it doesn’t
look
like the tide
will be turning
today
he can’t seem
to focus on
any of the
ten thousand
other subjects
his thoughts have
to choose from
without
finding himself
back watching
the 24-hour
telethon
about all things
her
this imaginary
tease
is draining his
heart
plastering pictures
of her
over the face
of each newborn
thought
he has
changing its
dynamics
of where they
take him,
each thought
hijacked
and held hostage
by the smooth
lines of her
body
blindfolded
by the dreams
held in her
eyes
as they are told
what to let him
see and feel,
he has tried
to trick his
captor
hiding his
thoughts
behind a wall of
alcohol poisoning
trying to make
them
so slippery
and distorted
no single image
of her
or anything else
can hang on
for very long
leaving his
thoughts
to just aimlessly
bounce off of
one another
never getting far
in one direction
before ricocheting
off
and being sent
in a whole new
direction,
but he has
found
this only
slows down the
process
her channel
eventually
regains control
of his mental
remote
once his thoughts
work their way
out from behind
the barrier of
bottles
he had built
to protect them,
today
he bypasses the
numbing protection
of tilted glassware
throws up a flag
of surrender
sinking deeper
into his chair
no longer fighting
his private war
letting his thoughts
of her
take over
running wild
trampling to death
any thoughts of
his own,
her eyes
body
and undeniably
unique
inner core
keeps him tied
to his chair
a self-imposed
prison
in his mind
sentenced to
an internal stream
of digital clips
and endless
possibilities
all with her
at the middle
of every single
one,
maybe tomorrow
he’ll have the
inner strength
to pull himself
up and out
of his common
chair
and back into
his own
so called life
stumbling through
another day
trying to put
together a
handful of
thoughts
to call his
own
in what has
become a
very empty
world
with out
thoughts of
her
in it…
Tom Allen…03-17-2018…
He tried to
change
the channel
of thoughts
in his mind
latch on to
something
that can keep
his attention
for more than
a couple of
beats
on anything but
her,
he’s been on
the losing side
of this battle
for clarity
for over a
month
and it doesn’t
look
like the tide
will be turning
today
he can’t seem
to focus on
any of the
ten thousand
other subjects
his thoughts have
to choose from
without
finding himself
back watching
the 24-hour
telethon
about all things
her
this imaginary
tease
is draining his
heart
plastering pictures
of her
over the face
of each newborn
thought
he has
changing its
dynamics
of where they
take him,
each thought
hijacked
and held hostage
by the smooth
lines of her
body
blindfolded
by the dreams
held in her
eyes
as they are told
what to let him
see and feel,
he has tried
to trick his
captor
hiding his
thoughts
behind a wall of
alcohol poisoning
trying to make
them
so slippery
and distorted
no single image
of her
or anything else
can hang on
for very long
leaving his
thoughts
to just aimlessly
bounce off of
one another
never getting far
in one direction
before ricocheting
off
and being sent
in a whole new
direction,
but he has
found
this only
slows down the
process
her channel
eventually
regains control
of his mental
remote
once his thoughts
work their way
out from behind
the barrier of
bottles
he had built
to protect them,
today
he bypasses the
numbing protection
of tilted glassware
throws up a flag
of surrender
sinking deeper
into his chair
no longer fighting
his private war
letting his thoughts
of her
take over
running wild
trampling to death
any thoughts of
his own,
her eyes
body
and undeniably
unique
inner core
keeps him tied
to his chair
a self-imposed
prison
in his mind
sentenced to
an internal stream
of digital clips
and endless
possibilities
all with her
at the middle
of every single
one,
maybe tomorrow
he’ll have the
inner strength
to pull himself
up and out
of his common
chair
and back into
his own
so called life
stumbling through
another day
trying to put
together a
handful of
thoughts
to call his
own
in what has
become a
very empty
world
with out
thoughts of
her
in it…
Tom Allen…03-17-2018…