Brain Trust

Sometimes I find myself in Spittles of poetry that reside on the corners of my mouth.

Pulling specs of the here and now

That mimics my suffering

The dried up parts of me that no longer can describe it

The hidden passages that store memories of forget

If ever unlocked

Paralyzing content

I sometimes find myself in the spaces between my words

how to connect

Then detach ( my life)

Oh, how were similar

-Dan S Stokes (Sine nominee)