July 31, 2010 · Published in Poetry  by Jonathan Garrison ·

Though it’s three in morning, I’m nowhere near snoring. My mind just keeps racing, after thoughts it’s still chasing. They burst into bloom, then fade into gloom. Before one can take shape, two are spawned in its wake, and I’m left with the remnants, just the gossamer semblance, of what I was thinking, ere my […]