New Poem: June 11, 2008

Posted by – July 3, 2008

Whirlwind

Tumbling on a troubled sea
and drifting down
the stream of consciousness
my mind circling, overwhelming me.

Rivers never stop running
over the spiked rocks,
neon fishes and warped clocks
never stop bringing me back to you,

a soul shimmering and wise,
even covered in someone else’s dirt
can’t escape penetrating eyes.

I look up at the
black rapids swirl
broken kaleidescope halo
all around one girl.