Spilled Ink

21 April 2012

Spilled ink

The green and reds, I can’t see.

Taking cues from friends I can’t see.

Mind’s scattered, they can see it obviously

Self-inflicted, tapered pathways

Sideways methods, self-identic misplaced vapored sayings. Timely swaying, jaded.

Braided arguments fading.

Wading through the water looking for escape

Cause I can’t take cues from friends I can’t see.

Believe, believe, the gyres are swinging

Singing songs, the bells are ringing

Faded reds on stained glass,

The last vein wedding the weak.

Oblique views decreasing positivity

Obtuse cues depleting sensitivity

To thoughts unknown, unfamiliar

Take a second to see we are similar.

Blind, I can’t see the reds and the greens.

Wind me up, let me go, watch me spin.

I’m in repair, refusing cues from friends I can’t see.

David González Valles