Poetry — thoughts knock on doors and climb in through windows
Buildings full of thoughts
Line avenues in my mind
The thoughts knock on doors
And climb in through windows
Growing like vines on a blank wall
Slithering and green
Glistening in the early morning sun
They light sparks in the fireplaces
Waiting to warm me up
Or crisp me up into charcoal
Thoughts stir up dust puffs
As their footpads fall on wooden floors
Little rhythms peppering my mind
Like an ongoing tempo of words
Rumbling in the foundation of my consciousness
And reminding me that there is a river of words inside me
At all times
