Hidden Thoughts Roaring Through the Galactic Cosmos
(An Impromptu Tag Topic)


She was sensible that Tuesday
and that set her apart from the rest.

They were still rocking -
some with the spilled milk of their eyes
appearing now as an iris, keeping
time with the radiator's white noise.

Henry had only two hairs that
the orderly used to comb across his egg.
(It was Tuesday) and she saw them
coarse and standing at attention,
broadcasting his discordant psyche
to the universe.

"It is a shame" she thought,
observing.
"Henry will tell them everything."

and then she was rocking.

©2001