Sleep On Park Benches Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Time is a libra scale with symbols
All these Jaco Pastorius notes
Color cries like a bipolar club
9 days to die

What is the mind but a rainbow
Have mercy on me

She answers like a snow drenched flower
Chords where the root is implied
Eclectic until home is just a breeze
Culture flies like a Caribbean feather
Love is a floor for the emotions
Wild neurons are dangerous without a mom

Being number one means what?
Bite your fingernails down to the ground
Sleep on park benches