I have untamed thoughts.
I’ll drive fast razor red cars just so I can screech corners.
I’ll go places I don’t need to be.
Places I don’t really care to be.

When the tyranny of tiredness suckles me to it’s dry saggard breast it‘s not a good time for my karma.
Strapped to a catapult and vaulted over the edge of reasonable reason to a cerulean incubus.
There’s a tapping on my spine as seven tongues lick against my better wishes, my will to be calm curdles up in fear.

There is a tenuous line of fire thoughts with the power to strike the flames of imagination and singe the white lilies of faithfulness.
If any blood amber fluid spills… slush slosh… then I am a wipe out of crashing, crushing coercing fire waves.
I am so fuckn hot in my cool destination.

I have untamed thoughts.
I am a golden dwarf with scarves of iridescent green adoring my body like farewell flags.
I look up and a celestial craft with angels dressed in red wine ochre paint beg me to come with them and seal the rift that threatens eternity.
I close my eyes, leave me alone, I want my thoughts of my own to revisit and adorn me again.

I have untamed thoughts.
I am lying on a bed of nails that inch in to my flesh and accept the regal pain of chastisement.
Inching the desire in to me arousing my thoughts to climb out and find myself again. I am soothed in sweet succulent rose petals that fill the rooms of a white straw mansion.
I am breathless with the scent.

I hear the screech of the car coming again……. I want to hide in my thoughts in the scented heaven but I am too late a malingering thought has suckled in a black rain soaking me with demon marrow cooing to my heart…..
Where is the door?
Help me find my open heart door before I become the dream of no think.

I lace holes in the roof of my mouth to keep my thoughts clear.
Ahh I am ventilated with possibility.
I am the dream magician who has finished tricks.
I am back in my box.
I gobble up the key that has the faint taste of yesterday and tomorrow imaginations.