Thursday, August 27, 2009

the idle mind

the slow tick of the gears
engaging
inertia not lost
in execution or in time
this sweat
beaded softly on the brow
busy at the task in hand

a developing thought
enthralling
consumes these walls
wicked in intent
brought to bear
upon the will of the unknown
this kaleidoscope of evil focus

will it ever end
intoxicating
the work of the tortured
in attempting
to put to rest
the never-ending desire
within the suffering mind

these given tools
invigorating
held firm and at leisure
to master this work
and turn the deliberate
hands of time
into the masterpiece of your choosing

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

disturbing.

Bobbi Faulkner said...

I love your poems! I found you at gotpoetry. I am following you; will you follow me?