Are You the Wind?

So, this is how the mind expands: it pulsates
On the tips of pens - The ink flows to the
Page like a violet rain, falling calmly

To an ocean’s lap. The rhythm resonates
Inside the reader’s gut (causing
Tender COMBUSTION) like hot

Whiskey and the smell of flesh. At night,
The image casts its prism light
Inside the caverns of the vagrant mind;

Alive, the poem shows a hidden,
Existential path to neon flowers
Blooming in a pool of grass.