And turned it into a drama
Creating scene after scene
Turning this way and that way
With every possible manifestation of doubt, horror, misinterpretation that followed
Lost in that one thought
It churned his mind
He saw the images and pictures
And could not stop that thought growing into the crazy movie it was never meant to be.
It would not stop and linger
But went on and on and on
Creating more pictures and even more head games and head trips and freaked out heart racing trails of non-descriptive chapters of those things that never would happen
Except in this mind, his mind
That one mind that never ceased to work things out.
Pictures dreaming, pictures adding into more and more until the movie full to the brim of ideas and answers upon answers drowns itself.
To shut the fuck up and think of something else, anything else but this thought
So another thought now, turns the corner and follows down the next path and the next and the next and the next……
Caroline Carey Poetry