Wandering thoughts

wandering thoughts
walking through my head
jumping between dots
I shift them and repaint
blue eyes turn deep deep black
red-hair girl can lose her name
I open some of my thoughts
I spill coffe on their mahogany bed
I eat them with honey and bread I let them burn
Some of my thoughts
they just stay and stare
they stay waiting to be descovered... again
so they could move from a numb landscape
so they could start walking all over me... someday
(My thoughts stay somewhere)
My thoughts freeze sometimes dramatically
between old postcards and kindergarden songs
they look at the sky from 1986
they are still stucked in the Chernobyl's weather
they're having a nap
with all those spanish forgotten bomberros words
wandering thoughts
some of them are not even mine
they just feel comfortable
taking long walks all over mine...
or swinging in my secret garden
tasting my summer wine

I'll try to work on this one later... the poem doesn't talk...yet..