The Thoughts

Incoming: 

emotive thoughts 

that swirl through blood as thick as sand 

dribbling through the lips

of incoming demise 

A siren whistles in the backdrop of a 

quaint scene painted in the aura of dadaist 

distaste 

Output: 

a sad childlike man 

whose time has passed

whom fears the worst 

whose life he does not know 

whom has fallen

               drifting ever so lightly 

                     out of sight