Mind a chatter
Blank staring, blank caring
Visualize thoughts, complexities
Block out the feel of motions and verbal abuse
Black material on the wrist, moving stick, five finger grip
See this and the words
No Ginsberg book or Plath
No TV remotes, no bed, no wall
Just mind, hand, and pen
Requirement stands alone only to these and nothing more
Fading ink, fading idea
Write in hopes of duplication
One gets to mind and no audience
Don’t care about audience but it’s there
On days when it hurts the most,
There are the eyes of angry young people on me
Their fists don’t pump in the air,
Instead they throw paper balls at the speaker
Audience uncaring
Just want a break so they can all sleep
Violent minds tend to work the hardest; only on bad do they use their good
They’re all hate and anger
Subjunctive
They just want a piece to grab onto
Write to please mind
Mind unsatisfied
Unhappy, no wanting
Burning on the inside
Nerve endings split
Fragment into splinters
Tilts brain, uneven flow of thoughts
Decay, collapse
Nervous needs fade
Stem bleeding pulse
Desire lives to speak a dream not remembered
Shadows are only left seen
All other images cascade,
Leaving a notebook full of thoughts for closed eyes only
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