by Gideon Burton
the other thoughts the ones that get away
from you like tadpoles slipping from the jar
and wriggling out of reach in marshes far
from grasping fingers just too hard to stay
some things as slippery as the frightened prey
that scuttles from its predator bizarre
how some things stain and stick like smoking tar
while others turn to ash and float away
in rhythms of emotion through a code
I cannot start to crack but how I think
I think I know enough to sense the flaws
how some of it though cooked is always raw
despite my charcoal vigilance it winks
at logic routing through its golder nodes
Image: flickr - tom.hensel
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