Random Thoughts Poem by Susan Davis

pressurized panic
dirty fingernails
nasty thoughts
vinegar lingers on pouty lips
blackened eyes
ignore the burn
arms raise to the heavens
images of asps slither in mind
hissing
spitting
clock keeps the time
dry, brown leaves flutter on the wind
scurry to and fro 'neath a blazing sun
crumpled papers
tissues on the floor
close the eyes
walk through the door
lost inside
floating in your fishbowl
sun-burned skin
hold this hand
come with me, my friend