I held my hands and they felt fantastic
I tasted my tongue
Cross-eyed, I examined my eyeball
( with my other one )
I tried to contemplate my own mind
but, to my horror, I found it contemplating me instead.
Y'know that cat you can seeit's in your mind.
To say one thing and to mean another
My hand loses it's grip, and the string falls onto the concrete pavementI remember a colourful mosaic floor of a restaurant in Sardinia...
I wasted my day again hanging around the market placeleaning on the wall pretending to feel bored...
Those mountains came closertoday whilst your pale face browns,and ideas ( concrete or abstract )curl towards you nonchalantlylike a metaphor.