Shattered Images
There's a muse that was
once in my head
Who is now bound and
gagged...sleeping off the fear
Tiny chemical particles
did this to her...from the pills I swallow
Now I have writer's
block, and this is the extent of my creativity
Beyond this is mere
babbling nonsense
So without much further
a dew…
...drop landed on my
chin as I awoke from a dream filled with hands clapping
Laying in a field of
grass under the dark skies...lightning crackled above me
I stood up and as I did,
through a mirror I fell up into water
Frantic, I began
swimming up, up, up towards silver shimmering light
Surfacing, I breathed
in a noxious gas that came from the muffler of a taxi cab
Rising out of the
street puddle, I looked around at the skyscrapers and people walking
Wiping the murky water
from my face, I backed up and tripped over the curb and fell...
...onto clean white
linen sheets in a dank, cigar smoke filled hotel room
The woman with dirty
blonde hair and smeared lipstick looked up from my waist area
I close my eyes and I
drift...drift off into that other world
Where I am typing away
Sitting in my small
apartment bedroom, dog at my feet, wondering...
....where this mind
will take me.
Copyright Adam Gaile 2012
Copyright Adam Gaile 2012
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