SEIZURE POEM #22, Barbara Ruth

SEIZURE POEM #22
by Barbara Ruth

waves
wavering
I am waving to someone
didn't mean to leave
didn't mean to get ripped in the tide
confetti brain
delta
theta
beta beta
beat.  Heart
beat
ready 			aim
	not ready 		what am I aiming at?

Fire.
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s