In my thought box
I places pieces like
The Thought Fox
I sit in my thinking stance
Head on my chest
Butt on my hands
I stare at these pieces
At the rare times I do
And I wonder and think
How they make words come true
How they make things jump off the page
How they make them alive
Oh it drives me insane
The Flesh and the Mirror
Stays on my brain
With the words and the structure
That seems so inane
How can A Family Supper
Become oh so creepy
It’s just like The Rain Horse
They both get so eerie
I know what you’re thinking
And it’s just as it was
I’m doing the same as Cole does
No matter if you like it or not
It’s all in good fun
And it’s simply my thought