Thinking with your mouth open

This is about my encounters with San Franciscos underbelly whilst I was doing the free homeless shelter meal circuit

Sunny Frisco streets littered with dark minds
Trembling voices flow free and untapped
thinly veiling transparent thoughts swirling in confusion

'and if god is everything what is god'
the deaf firmament echoes
as eyes drop from street companions
sharing empathy through equal humanity
but never understanding the machinery

Thoughts inhale madness
and mouth exhales the madness
erratic breaths and movements
voices inside and out

where did these soliloquies come from?
why do you think with your mouth open?

was it plastic soldiers of conspiracy marching in circles
church meals laced with condemnation
tubes down your throat forcing air of self-criticism
and exhales of repentance

your thoughts were created by sanity
disconnected and abused by time
a puzzle unfinished scattered in space
a million pieces for a million pictures

'Ultra-Violet monsters in my head'
'I'd bury Buddha then go drink with a friend'
'the prince of audacity and the spiritual arsonists
grew up in NY with artists and communists'
and now your stepping on his motorbike

the meaning lost like shouting in a storm
which of us is crazy if not all
you, me or him?
mind open mouth shut
mouth open mind shut

Author's Note

First try at poetry so a little unstructured

Reviews

[Circe]

some very thoughtful observations in this, the flow you created here and the ideas so direct really puts the reader in those moments, as if walking down the san francisco streets and absorbing all that poetic energy in the atmosphere, it was philosophical to read, about the human machineries, madness surrounding everything, beliefs and political ideals, all within the macrocosm, it was a wonderful piece.