A house in Vienna

I live in a house.
A house in Vienna.
A coffeehouse.
My mind ties its Nikes
It is racing.
I’m quite proud.
I applied bumper stickers to my Suburu
for its last marathon.

My mind blushes.
It doesn’t desire attention,
just the release of endorphins
when in stride with others.
I should order smaller portions.
My mind is a glutton
for everything homemade.
Thoughts especially removed from experience.
Born from nothing, so thoughts will never die.

Uncover lost treasures,
Be fond of the found,
Uncage all creatures of chaos,
Beyond the unbound.

Michael Carney