in my head,
playing their memory sport,
leaking from cell to cell,
triggering my eyes' nerves
constructing icons, which never existed
beyond the realm of deliberation,
is irritating, fascinating
and many times painful.
How can I decode my madness,
when the absurd is logical
and my sight joins my cranium
in the game of juggling heads
arms and legs,
making composites of pieces
that do not match,
a Frankensteinian choreography
pushing life in mismatching DNA.
No my dear reader,
this is not teratogenesis but
mutilation of thoughts
a defacement of lifeless (?) images
that were taking a stroll in my head
interrupting my normal contemplation
in the rudest of manners.
If my dear reader, you still find
the composition of my words
bizarre,
please do not be alarmed,
for I am not the Elephant Man
but merely a mortal,
experimenting with notions.
Fivos R Drymiotis 9/27/2005