I Cannot Think

I cannot think

My mind is scattered

Bleeding, filling my cranial sink

Thoughts are shredded, left in tatters

Puzzle pieces, pieces missing

Torn away from stem

Cold then hot my fires hissing

In hopes of penning another gem

Inspired–no

My brain’s a scramble

It’s best I go

To end this ramble

‘Til the time we meet anew

I hope to have my thoughts arranged

Who knows what my mind will brew

From words right now that are so estranged

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Chill of Night

Chill of night unfolds

Like that of a thread-bare sheet

Holding little warmth

Providing meager comfort

Allowing the mind to roam

Wherever it wills in dead of night

No barriers does it hold

Despite desire

Left to shiver in the cold

Until numbness takes control

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Mindscape

Thoroughfares, city streets, horns, whistles, sirens,

Skyscrapers, Bodegas, concrete, glass, marble,

Architectural mix of contemporary and antiquity,

Pedestrians clambering for every inch of real estate,

Bumping and banging without so much as an apology,

Cabbies double parked, limousines glaring in the hazy sun,

Waiting to pick up self-important snobs dressed in Armani,

Street signs, no turn on red, traffic signals,

Amber– speed up, red– stop…maybe, watch the cross walk,

Smog, noise, yelling, hustle, bustle, pushing, shoving,

Litter, smells, sweeping, scrubbing, dirt that never leaves,

Obnoxious, angry, rude, arrogant, impulsive, disrespectful,

Hurried, oblivious, blind to the surroundings,

Clutching at purse, coveting wallet, pickpocket, snatcher,

Trees, bushes, fragrant flower boxes, out-of-place,

Warm, generous, loving, lost in the clutter,

The cityscape, not so unlike the cacophony of my mind,

Thrusting good and evil, to and fro,

A kaleidoscope of sights, sounds, smells, touches,

Molding who I am, what I think and who I will become.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~