What is Inside My Mind

Oh the trials and tribulations

to offer little poignancy

to the broader scope of the world.

Yet, what’s inside,


that part of why, the wicked

and the resolute


finding a stream silent in the wood

like a flowing dream

the sounds and scapes give solitude.

Some of my best stuff

occurred when she was around

he’d state, this deep pocket of his mind,

without recurrence who would remember except

for himself

over and over again,

yet, there are the people

those close and near,

heard it all forever as well

deep and ruthless the content.

This speaker

so sly of wit in order the discretion


to pull off


We do decide how



the idea of fortune in the mind,

the complexity of neurons

suddenly combine

purpose seems more near than far.

Sometimes I won’t have the answer

he spoke with such fair

in an ascent

allowing the callous nature of 

“I want to survive,”

wreak havoc.

Oops, I slipped.


© Thom Amundsen 10/2021

When Mortality Wreaks Havoc


We live our lives in a constant vacuum

Energy sucked dry by outliers needs

How does this happen every continuum?

Each opportunity a conscious soul heeds

This will be

The last


I allow my heart

To be broken by the reality of life

Being taken away

Begin again

Belittle our real life fortunes

And you will be struck down

Like a bolt

Sudden and apparent

Purposeful God-like strength

If God really does exist …


The natural consequence of a patch of ice

On a winter’s morning altered her life

When suddenly a day at school became

A new path that would carry her soul

Beyond the horrific scene on the avenue


That night he played with his options

He inhaled vigorously as his friends

Always told him

Let it smack the brain

Then sit back and quiet the ride

Hold on with your mind

For your physicality won’t hang out

For a few hours, in fact your heart might …


Last week I was playing with beauty

Recognizing every curve

Every notion of seduction

All the right embraces of our desire

A sensual roller coaster of confusion

Drew my every moment of attention

And then today happened …


Our mortality wreaked havoc on the week’s results

Everything that mattered become inconsequential

Fodder, frivolous, fragmented, fucked up again.