Common Nonsense.

Frost-tipped blueprints exposed
the labyrinth channels of our life.

I pricked my finger on the
pin attaching my common sense to a situation...
and I lost my reason.

You must feel like you are trying to make sense
of my marble puzzle somedays.

Render this weeping lily
The ivy is blinding my already
hazy vision.

Wisteria alleys outline
smoky streets
where I lay and clear my mind.

Inarticulate discussions of nonsense-
of disease and preempted expression.



Watercolor veins twist up my spine
in defiance of a restless soul.

Tell my fingers to hush.
Tell my heart to slow
my eyes to listen
Remain my conscious dream.