Closed Minds
By Grannyrosie
** Heartache, Anguish, Fly through timeless space. Tears of ignorance, Forgetfulness Fall upon face consumed by blankness. Obscurity. Brevity of souls chanting songs rejoicing In pain and misery Casting Lots in playgrounds with Small children where carousels Take precedence Over seesaws and swings. Live ghosts visit Living rooms of disaster where The blood Of angels’ is smeared On comic books of reality. Mad magazine takes Pride of place on the music rest Of life’s Piano forte’. Jungle beat of drums accompanies Jazz, Entangled souls are penetrated by The thorns of insecurity eliciting Icicles of plasma To exude From minds Closed. ** Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 07 2002 12:01 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 1
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