I
cannot stop my mind from thinking
Always
working on something
Sparks
shoot out of me like volcanic ash
Always
been on fire, on target, on the hook
A
creative junkie who believes in love and fear
The
fear dissipates when I remember
Imagine
you in the corner of a smoky bar
Listening
to the mind jazz like a soft parade
Fever
dreams are the best part of the trip
Many
cities
Many
lives
Many
cats on a hot tin roof
sundae
Cannot
stop my fingers from typing
Not
even near a keyboard and my phantom fingers roar
Sound
of nails on a chalkboard avoided like a plague of sexy robots on holiday
Charles Cicirella
1/11/2019
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