Red Cone (LF) tossed #343

tossed

words
tossed away
with disdain

not caught in
flight
nor grounded

words and thoughts
not stolen nor
bought
the trace of
brush or pen
is fraught

a mangled tangled thing
images
words
invisible
on wires and string

placed on  paper
more solid
than now
where words
winged up high
whirling
crashing
where meeting
or fighting
over and over
like Sisypheus
the day begins