Electrical Wirings... Poem by Mark Heathcote

Electrical Wirings...



Insular feelings that's what we all share
Electrical wirings vibrating the air.

One impulse to hold - another to leap
… Rollover and fall asleep - counting sheep.

Insular feelings hold the lightning in a cloud
It's here now our passions long to be free and proud.

Sitting alone is bitter, gazing out-
The window, when you're in your lonely hideout.

It's much better to be a rainbow, ‘Honey'—
Let the pot of gold in your heart mint-money.

Love is just an electrical pulse—if
… If your body and soul, can't read them hieroglyphs.

Insular feelings crackle inside my head
"Is this the girl, the firecracker - I'm too wed? "

One more impulse like this, and I'll propose
To climb a steeple, without any clothes.

Just to see her insular feelings exposed…
I'll crack a joke! Leave her feelings juxtaposed.

Electrical wirings vibrating the air!
Guess I've given-up playing solitaire.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013
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