Cafe Mind ~

 

                                                     Café Mind  . . .
 

(For those who think they know me . . . you should watch your step!)

 

I am artistically centered-

In a thick-layered circle,

An individual, creative point-

In the center of a perfect rind.

 

My thoughts are rebellious,

And they know not discipline-

 

I enjoy cafes-

For I sharpen my wit-

From the chit-chat of friends,

As words fall from their lips,

Unheeded by them.

Not suspecting,

That my ears are listening . . .

 

To them I am an-

Innocent lie,

A person who gives them a-

Laugh, in these troubled times.

 

To my peers, I am a-

Voracious writer,

Or someone who talks on a whim.

 

I cannot seem to find-

My inner nucleus-

It seems to be hidden somewhere-

Down in the center

But, I know that I will,

Be able to find it,

Through a mystical eye . . .

 

Because I am constantly seeking for adventure,

And I know, that what I love most-

Is found in a riddle,

Or in a love for the odd,

the abnormal . . . the existential . . .

 

For really-

Who wishes to be normal?

There is nothing of normalcy in life,

That is worth seeking out-

Unless you are a hat.

 

I am the midst of a circle,

And life revolves around my nucleus-

Which dances with energy-

And with a zeal for fancy.

 

So- who am I?

Well . . .

That is a mystery for another time.

But, just see if you can find me out-

The next time you order a tea . . .

 

And just note-

Your words are not unheeded,

So be careful what you say!

Lest you should find your words-

In a poem such as this one,

Strung up in a Facebook posting.