Mind Your Words

Mind Your Words Some thoughts trickle through your mind like grains on a beach through the hand that writes in the sand with heart blood and a rock pool of soul Other images flood the gates unlock at great speed the secrets of minds too restless to mind their own business tentacles twisted ink everywhere They flow and bow to the rainbow gurgle pushed and pulled by the moon and beyond dark sides of grey mattered hemispheres lightening flashes While they unravel loops and scoops up and down brain’s crevices they synthesize mitigate stream consciousness like a river never quite the same But finding its bed nevertheless on some way to the ocean like a tribute they contribute to the delta condense and evaporate then rain down again Words however can be like corals congers razor blade canyons below a surface of meaning once out never back in the genie some cuts never heal Self talk is a fine feast for pontoons of one’s mooring and a dash with a splash spoken words to others though are entangled and uttered you can’t get them back 07th November 2016