a pallendromian concept
of a circular circumspect world
has me going round and round
a dizzying proposition

tilt me, tease me,
coasting down the rails
this heartbeat's for you
I just keep circling back

the gyroscopic motion of my mind
like undulating ocean waves
has me entranced
and I stand and stare at nothing

movies inside my mind
I draw swirls on my arm,
without realizing
and I'm running out of room

room for thought, room for speech,
room even for some lost virgin
ideas leak out my ears
perfect puddles on the floor

two steps foreward,
one step back into ideas I'd thought I'd left behind
Like an annoying song,
my palindrome is stuck in my mind

I love how with poetry, you can write in secret things about your life, and no one will ever know unless they know you very well. You put a peice of your life on a page, and let people interpret it as they will. Poetry just runs in my veins some days.

Secrets!

I love how people can come up with tons of different interpertations and no two are the same!

I actually did draw swirls on my arm... I got bored, and drew them with sharpie marker... They're actually rather cool.

ABLE WAS I ERE I SAW ELBA...