Monday, February 15, 2010

sleepy drained brain

Late night blurs the thoughts and I struggle with the needle to thread these words together. The eye to eye depth lost the perception in this minute hole of opportunity. Misgauging the heft of this string, I snag the tip of thought, unraveling its intricate weave. I suck this tip against tongue hoping it will come, but am left with the threadless needle insisting it just needs to be put back in the treen.

5 comments:

the walking man said...

I've noticed lately my dollar store glasses aren't allowing me to see as well as they used to. Time to go spend another dollar plus tax.

GoGo said...

lol! my words feel as cheap as your glasses are, for sure.

GoGo said...

I wish I could buy dollar store glasses and not the expensive lenses that keep my blind eyes from coke bottles. laugh

the walking man said...

But I like the construction you make with your words GG. You send images rolling through my eyes to my mind that more than compensate for my bad lens.

GoGo said...

aaawww, shucks. Just trying to stay in tune so when the muse hits, I'll be ready.

Side note: must remember to make the eye doc apt. need new scripts for the contacts. (:

~gg