Truth the poem

Between sanity and madness
A poem
An ink-drop
Of truth

The Brain

Fragments of memory
portions of
time
stored in
unconscious depths.

Weird philosophy

innocent words
imprisoned
in
dictionaries

storms

Thunder claps its hands /
rain dances /
on my window pane

facebook and other virtual planets

this whole virtual world •
I am the master •
of keys and buttons •
from the comfort •
of my chair