Tall clear window,
Gives me a view, with a seat in-front of it
that supports the writer and the words that swell out of a
mangled mess of jello like brains.
Mixed amongst the words sweet sugar cookies and cream invading black
Jitters, shaking arms, a shot of energy and consciousness
Words of unfiltered sorts tumble out as the people on the pavement
walk by, cycle by, drive by in metal boxes with strange wheels that move
moving somewhere, going somewhere.
I am supported by a hard wooden chair that absorbs nothing.
Sitting waiting for the words to tumble out, in the right order?
Never really since words have a mind of its own and a strange new order to bring order to the disorderly.
Later perhaps tomorrow the sense of the words make sense or none at all.
Maybe if I look outside the words will make sense?
Two hours later…
I wonder where time went.
The coffee is gone, as did the sugar.
Hello words what can I do with you today?