Solid Ideas

Solid Ideas A solid idea has a myriad of concrete corners When you step off the curb take one with you and iron boots It follows you with definable mass and weight With cold hard facts to anchor A solid idea is one that is frozen in time chiseled Like a statue of hard marble it is always there Asphalt and trees fill in the landscape by the river Solid ideas sometimes bathe in the sun by the banks Hold on to railings of the ship if you should sail there Metallic footwear will not save you If you float down the stream of consciousness Or away into the atmosphere The edges of street blocks are covered in salt Under a microscope the crystalline structures take shape Are cube like forms bunched together A solid idea is one that grips you firm like that It replaces, displaces water on the brain I keep my solid ideas locked up In chains, in basements, in refrigerators To be taken out on special occasions Poured over ice to thaw conversations