I think I’m using NaPoWriMo as an excuse not to write prose!



My mind leisurely slithered

into middle aged miasma

the encyclopaedic specifics,

the scorching wit,

the infinite capacity

to catalogue and recall

a trillion facts, all gone,

not staying long enough

to warn me

that there would be days

when every thought

is dragged into being

and my skull is only there

to contain the swirling fog within.


© theeditoffice 2013

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