Mind Bones

I walk and leave no impression.
Light curls like fog across the sky.
My mind lies packed in its suitcase of dreams.
Thirty lost frogs have climbed
the side of the house.
Lightning has disoriented them -
this ionization of air.
I don't know what I'm saying.
Words drop in like directionless crows
looking for a smoke and a diversion.
My eyes hunt you in the thick air while
poems leap at my face like aggressive dogs.