The Kilauea of My Mind

Long before
the Kilauea of my mind
spews forth
it's lolly lava wisdom
there sits

deep within its core
unformed
thoughts stacked like
cartoon balloons
without words.

Cerebral magma
spills into
balloon bubbles
a perceptive level
of igneous cogitation

that pours
into the cool air
of criticism
creating globs

that hang
like burned
cookie dough
on the side
of the crock.

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