THOUGHTS & TALES / TALES & THOUGHTS // MAJID ALTURKI

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Sometimes the dullness
of our minds
slips from between
ceaseless (senseless) lips
like buttered buns
or oiled thumbs
or maybe peeled
banana skins
before a dawdling
thought takes
a moment
to apprehend
the disproportional mass
of reckless words
escaping
into receiving
more space,
greased and creaking
viscid mud
then it’s suddenly
too late,
and i’m trapped
and falling
in my own waste-
d breath
and regret.
And I think
to myself;
I’m no longer the
ignition to
your thoughts.
Maybe all of
my words
played with
put together
torn apart
smothered around
blown away
held along
and laughed about
were nothing
but mere words
to guide
me back
to your restless soul.