Poem I wrote years ago.
Light shines through the windshield like a spoon through Jello. I see it coming as I have before, thoughts drifting through the screen door of my mind....I like to open to the good and stay closed from the bad, although they may not soak in Its crystal clear to see them slicing away at my cheese ball of affections. Although nutty I keep composure like a dart I'm feathered to react and holiday of words undelivered. A package is whats kept, return to sender. Stamped again iron mallets retract and cleaned to order...of the court has been had again the heart of an iron clad has steamed to the mission for a revolution of evolution to prescribe whats under to be over the counter of how many times, plus the way I feel divided is a fraction of my life to keep positive.