Skimmering with Neurons

These words are what come to mind
Crazy to another
Every thought sparks and dies
Every one’s a lover
Climaxing in my head

Sometimes I want to let them go
Sleep on an airbed on the snow
Sniff tulips, then get wed
Feel not think, do not drink, wink not slink
Lick my lips and yours
Crawl on all fours

Climb a tree, bee be b, ski,
Flee

That’s good, run naked at the pole
Like Connelly, or read the poetry of Aung San Suu Kyi
She must have written some
That’s the kind of thing my heroes do

13th May ‘09