Teicher Imitation

His Poise
Look at who is next to you,
how he sits there

Like coffee being poured
from the pot—who are you?

What is he doing,
as he sits there in his head.

It makes me wonder,
all the time. Have you ever

noticed me thinking about you?
No—when he looks over at me.

When he blinks his eyes,
that is how he shows he cares

like a bird flapping his wings.
He never had had a chance.

The wind will take your
ashes one day—dust

of your soul will float on,
I’ll find someone else to look at

As his thoughts soar on
to another great mind out there

his death will be a shame,
and he will be greatly missed

he’ll never be able to fly until
he breaks through his shell.
Until then, he’ll sit there,
wearing his plaid shirt over his chest.

His tight black jeans
and slick black boots on his feet.

Sitting there and thinking
and blinking.

Seibles Imitation

Inside my head

There is another mind at work
Inside my head

I close my eyes My world goes black

Everything is gone.

I think of one idea – I
then interrupt it by another

one idea colliding with another

And with another idea
Creates a new understanding

As if my brain creates new ideas
Not knowing if these ideas were even possible

I open my eyes to let the light in
To shine on my thoughts

It bring my thoughts to life and give
Them a mind of their own

Like a car that can
Park itself without any help

I know why I think the things I do
I just wish I could touch these thoughts.

But for now I’ll have to keep my eyes shut
And hope my thoughts make their move