My buddy Malcolm by Dan Ankers My buddy Malcolm is a spiritual alchemist he changes thoughts into gold with the letters of the alphabet you might call him conceited, but he knows that hes talented it makes sense, what comes easy, should be challenging but its not, and to him, it just flows like a palindrome either way you speak it, you know that its fabulous exposing the nebulous, to all the incredulous sit back its infectious, his mind is a nexus a meeting point for all knowledge and experience, arcane wisdom and reverent delirium mystical theories of the spheres, where reality gets distorted like in fun-hours mirrors If only for a second, his mind often glimpses strange things surpassing, all five of his senses its hard to feel present, when time is so evidently functional, and everyone he knows is so obviously delusional. Malcolm makes, a lot of mistakes, in common, everyday situations. Its hard to know what hes here for, when hes processing so much information.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 09:39:49 +0000