you body clock <br />does not tell time, <br /> <br />busy body, slimy fingers, <br />trembling hands, <br />wrecking nerves <br />fast tracking heart, <br /> <br />exploding ideas <br />killing boredom <br /> <br />it's been this way <br />since <br /> <br />nothing is written <br />the spirit is away <br /> <br />the body is left here <br />comatose <br /> <br />dreams like butterflies <br />hovering on some red flowers <br /> <br />heartless sounds of <br />discontent <br /> <br />fingers dissociated from hands <br />the eyes are closing <br /> <br />like closed computers <br />at 8 o'clock in the morning<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/busy-12/
