words

my thoughts are a red rubber band,
an endless current of elasticity
that stretches on and on
through time and the threat of snapping
is prevalent, the fear of breaking
is always there and the sound of it
beckons me back from the outer reaches
of my strange revolutions.

my thoughts are a light fixture
flickering timid and uncertain
in the immortal socket of this mind,
the filament burns and fades
and it is never clear which way
these things will go,
to burn out this wattage
without reason or lucidity
and left to swelter in the aftermath
like a paranoid insect
blindly caught within, always fighting
against the burnt glass prison
of curious consequence.

my thoughts are diamonds
glinting brilliantly in the glow of this life,
sharp as any the earth can make
and a prize for the vain
and bored of heart to marvel over,
holding all the world has ever been
tightly in my transparent skin,
bought and sold and lost and stolen,
an heirloom to what inconceivable family
of thinly veiled sanity, never fading, never scratched,
longing to be the center of the universe.

-S.C. Martinez