Creativity of the written word sometimes elude us. This is my dedication to this mind state.
Engaging dead hands to my minds eye.
Box full of neutrals.
Synaptic gears crunch and grind.
Flying into a cloudless sky.
Living in a dream state...Still wide awake.
Empty is my bowl... no oars in my boat.
Dark side of the moon... Head blown apart.
Mind splutters...Heart flutters.
Words glued to my shoes.
Singing in my blue suede shoes.
Cosmic writing blues...
Giving me no clue's.