Guilty Pleasure

GUILTY PLEASURE

 

Skimming words across the surface like rocks across a pond

Seeing how the elements clash and how they eventually bond

Watching them hop along as they catch the resistance of water

Keenly observing the developing patterns like a trusty old weather spotter

 

I feel the rush as a storyline begins to form on my mind’s forefront

Now the chase is on and my thoughts are engaged in a wild hunt

Words swirling and dropping down like tornados out of the cloud

Lightening flashes brightly while the thunder crashes down loud

 

This is my therapy session, my distraction, my happy place

Letting my thoughts spawn into verse and falling on to open white space

Oh I have other vices too, but this one leaves no bitter consequence

Only a source of pleasure to my painfully aware cognizance