The Unwritten Word

Lash myself to the unwritten word,
await the thought collide
Caffeine brain in limbo
(a violent still it is)
Synonym should be the present
Reality is the past

Tummy turmoil, wearily obscene,
the first thought
from the wrong direction to lay me low
No surprise in the safety of circling depressions

It’s a sin
to scream from pain to pain
That’s not for them
but for dreams of candy

Lemon heart with a twist of tongue
and I’m sprawling from limbo
to stutter like a camera into Now

I can see no sky but it isn’t black,
more a 3-D me everywhere.