Ideas
An idea marauds around in your head,
like a loose cannon,
from the moment of it's birth,
it begins it's reckless journey.
Through your life.
Like a maniac in a hotel,
running around,
opening doors,
heedless of consequences.
Searching for relationships.
Just a fledging smidgen of a daydream,
shaking hands,
taking names,
making friends with all your memories.
Before you know it.
An unconscious freight train,
adding cars,
grabbing engines,
hurtling towards the attention span.
Whether or not the bridge is down.
September 16, 1994
COPYRIGHT(c) 1994 JOSEPH J. HARDING III