never stop

the words – the sounds – the images – never stop
i rest my head on the table and close my eyes
a noise outside reminds me of a donkey and cart approaching
i reach out and pat the poor beast on its back
a cloud of dust rises like a sand storm from the Sahara
i turn and light a cigarette and gaze out the window
a breeze blows the spindly top branches of a nearby tree
i touch the scab on my knee reminding me when i was a child
a girl with curls had dared me climb to the very top
i hold the paint brush in my hand and paint her memory
a rush of colours as bold as her floral dress flood the canvas
i write her a poem because the words are suddenly there
a photograph springs to mind as music hall songs fill the night
i am alone once more with my thoughts that never cease
a guitar entices me to strum a few random chords
the words – the sounds – the images – never stop

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