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An Open Mind
Cracked open like a jar of peanut-butter, the mind is emptied With a certain medicative methodism That would be habitual, were it done more frequently. A few things escape, Like the shopping list left behind on the coffee table Or the milk that was to be purchased. So many other things, which were only just things really, Seem to linger like the plague. Old telephone numbers cling to the crevices, Rotting away with the names of former lovers And something that once resembled guilt. A constant ticker tape of obligations and responsibility Clicks as it spits out the duties of the hour, Constantly moving along to its unheard song Between two unlistening ears. In between are flashes of color, Of autumn leaves and unseasonably bare legs That grow goosebumps in short shorts and a cold breeze. Observations couple with imagination To form shapes and sounds And olfactory stimulation That was never anything more than perfume in the wind. To finalize the transaction, The doorway to the mind collapses upon itself, Smothering hot embers into nothing more than dank smoke and steam. As the last gasp of airflow is fused shut By the rush of busy-ness and day to day A single breath leaks out, that had once simmered On the lips of a beautiful woman. "Un besito," she had whispered passionate once, Two words that meant more than the world.
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