Friday, May 30, 2008

Distraction

A sense of losing traction.
Concentration shattered against
a stimulus.

Tension coils atop
your fevered head,
awaiting a hair,
trigger release.

Controls erected.
Diversions to avert
an overflow into
dry white flaked skin,
an itch.

Goals set forth.
Cataloged collections of
concrete actions
derived from principles.
Your mind's marching orders.

A civil war inside your skull.
The muse weakens,
a knock on the door,
a fly landing,
shadows.


©polarpaul 2008