IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK
Mellow
A poem
It was always mine
my mellow mind
thoughts minty
mood slightly maroon
as my hollow hands
melt creations
into fractions of flavors
into seconds of minutes
lost to strands of hours
lost to strands of me
above rolling silky meadows
of forgotten tired time
it’s there
it's golden chimes
it sparks blind
it melts pops of color
that erase the bittersweet glue
dripping from cornered cracks
glittering reflections
into the twisted sky
I melt you
in June
while sweet blossoms man the moon
folded under layers of shine
it was then
I finally saw stars
collapsing daytime eyes
while midnight memories
burned scants of sunshine
into solitary fire
yet it was all as foreign as new
and as lost as humanity
fogging present hues
between bittersweet news
of long-lost battles
raging pasts long forgotten
while failing fog horns
blind distances
and empty echoes from
too many final…
