TWISTED WORDS

Flying like a cloud
under the florescent sky
encircling you.
The ground floating like
a turtle flapping around.
Day flies by and night
never stops coming.
Water mixes with trees
and disappears with
white-out on the fringes
of folded gray newspaper
in an unruly stack like
a slow drizzly morning
outside the window.
The newspaper in my lap
is a spy slinking around,
gathering information,
letting out what it wants while
whirlpools of concrete words
twist and blow by the house
of whatever you want.

Sam Arthur, 9th Grade
San Pasqual High, Escondido, California