Infinity Hides in Your Mind

Issue 14

We all know what a mind is made of--
our own,
but if I could crawl between the crevices of your brain,
get lost in a thought--
maybe see the whole production line,
would I find something familiar?
Something like mine?
The morbid, the cruel,
or would I meet something sweet, innocent, wholesome--
A beauty--
so long gone for me.
 
What drifts in your infinite universe?
What thoughts are echoing over what backdrops?
What rushes at you from the dark alleyway you move toward,
when your head’s on the pillow at 10 p.m.?
 
The meteorites you throw at me are nice--
but I want your whole asteroid to pulverize
the face of my planet.
I want to be shaken by your advancing booms,
burnt by the fire,
rearranged by the underworld
you feel you need to hide.

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Michael Roque, born and raised in Los Angeles, discovered his love for poetry and prose amid friends on the bleachers of Pasadena City College. Now he currently lives in the Middle East and is being inspired by the world around him. His poems have been published by literary magazines like North Dakota Quarterly, Cholla Needles, The Literary Hatchet and others. 

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