My mind
is wandering
My mind
is clear
My river
is meandering
over smooth rocks
Rivulets split
into their own paths
much like mine
trickling over brooks
nooks
and finding crannies
Places to grow
and be nurtured
Lamb raw
Wild salad
Iodine on skin
Rock salt
blended together
with kumera
straight from the pot
laughing
crying
over Coro
converted into
Shorty for the last night
My mind
is wandering
My mind
is opaque
living
in the wake
of serenity
Rivulets spit
out their own words
much like mine
pricking at your thoughts
invading
your dreams
at night
My pussy is sorted
My space
is at ease
Blended together
with artworks
straight from the car
beguiling
smiling
over new movie
on hard drive
yet to watch
My mind
is
open….
I mean, Gizzy’…
Nice feeling olf the mind’s wander through this, and the form (the centred lines0 contracting and overfilling alternately reinforces with the river analogy, nice work Ms. Izzy Blue.
The form and language flows ,love the cheekiness of its ending – just great