bra1n_05:10

brainstormEntering the state poetry create My spongy grey brain peice slowly begins to vibrate As it takes theyyu shape a well developed tree, All of it included from the roots up the music comes from sky as I light the fuse wick fire underneath either earthen oscillators or the other diagnostic limbs bleeding maple river syrup drippy drops of sticky sap I stop and laugh as notice the sun reflecting off the canopy reveling all the similarities between this here tree and the shape of my heads thougtt process when developing abstract art in the form of roaming dome poetry prices. From the splayed out tangled spider web like mess of dark and soggy water sucking roots all the way up to the tippy tipsy topety top I see it as a diagram of how think my moderated thinking thoughts in order, roots are like the time before the thought, when all of everything and nothing all at once is rushing through my head just waiting for a coincidence to remind me to when it's time to write a little more on my auto biographical artistical storyline semi poetically enhanced quasi inspriing cosmic rap. The groundbreaking base of the trunk is the is word or event that begins with a spark and sends of spiral thinking waves splashing around in my head, and that when the real fun begins as the branch shoot out break off shoot up oops did I say that they grow and split, all over the place, just as the options of various words bloom in my withered little excuse for a landscape based brain peice. You see what I mean, and I mean what I say, the tree gives more than shade by sprouting punctuated eulogys to the torrent, suggestion box is now open for ideas, go