Free Radical Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Spies of good neuron circles
The individual of processes
Manic like a wild white bird
I fly like the artist of stars
Naked mad artists
Stretching into Orion
Stingy beads of the forgotten plains
They hang around me like I am honey

Jazz progressions
Loose snare pounds the moon
I have touched the choir
Uneven lines of Van Gogh

Everyone a little tense
Everyone a little lost
Waiting
Unresolved
Your children are becoming strange
Your home invaded
Not as many angels hold things back
You are a free radical