Sometimes...

Subject:      Sometimes...
Date:         10 Oct 1994 12:36:35 -0700


thoughts flow  through my head
	like a river;
		rolling,
	churning,
		ever onward to the sea.
	Sometimes they're just a trickle,
	OTHER TIMES A RAGING FLOOD, BLOWING OUT IT'S LEVEES,
    and right before I fall asleep,
	they wind and meander
		the valleys
	    of my
		mind;
		    slow
		and
		    deep
		until
	    they take
	    me
	into 
    dreams.

Sometimes

thoughts come to me like a    BO
			     WLIN
			     G BA
			      LL


			      cr

			    as  hi

			  ng  in   to

			my  ne  ur   ons

	the sudden violent shock of sentience
		striking the inside
			of my skull.
          Strike
	    or
	gutter ball,
		it always takes an effort
	to rack my brain
		after thoughts such as these.

But when I think of you

thoughts come to me like browsing an open refrigerator.

   I never quite know what I'll find.

      It may be leftover turkey and dressing,

	 from a thanksgiving dinner with your family,
      
      or a basket of fresh picked berries,

	 sweet and ripe and luscious.

      But it may be leftover easter eggs,

	 or some European cheese that's long since gone bad,

	    and now is covered in mold.

   The thing is that unless you place fresh memories

      in there,

	 everything eventually goes bad.




					john
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