SHORTS IN RANDOM

Words like interrupted sutures 

Lie on an open wound

Holding frayed ends of sentiments

In healing embrace

Vacant that stare 

glued to succulent wares

on a revolving display

turning with increasing affinity

Raindrops in regal array

crown in perfect harmony

before passing the energy gifted

unto a universal puddle

Crackles burst forth

Bright orange super heated ideas

trapped within isolated growth rings

of the doomed brushwood

Notes to self stumble

on evenly spaced staff lines

interrupting the flow of harmony

Accidents happen

The shadow of stillness

lies in parallel, in wait

Its patience only rivalled

by that of your own

Stupor stoked by nudges rhythmic 

In the minutes preceding I remember

The Sun's feeble attempts at piercing 

the violet quilt of Dawn