Nicola Rose

A Yellow Cloth

as a thought niggles like an louse into my consciousness
i tackle it down
rough and tumbling in my head
while outside i smile a teethful smile to the universe
and as the thought like a ticking bomb ticks suggesting its need to explode inside my head
and i, fully aware of the consequences thereof
the thought divert
i try with all that i am
to divert the little pattern of memories and silly songs and wordy

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