Posted in Poetry, Prose


random words,
woven into thoughts,

My quilted
mind patchwork
never-ending in thinking
that my mind has no beginning
nor an end,

my thought processes
lacking a light switch
turning off, turning on,

Resting an eternity even
is no guaranty

that these thoughts,
I think
didn’t exist before

When, I wasn’t



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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