Circles

Ken Sommer

He’s drawing circles

Hopes to find the speed of light?

Yes he’s drawing circles

At the New Day Café.

Laughing out loud,

Customers understand, he’s

Looking for the worm hole to the Utopian Star.

Sits and draws sets of circles.

Out of mind?

Looking for his comfort zone?

He’s drawing circles.

e=mc2=mn=o.

Drinks espresso and cranberry juice,

Doesn’t talk much at all.

Walks outside, smokes and smokes.

Looks inward to find his home.

Calculating space and time

Now with codes and numbers,

He’s drawing circles

Only he can understand.

Yes always circles

To find his gift of light.

In and out of psych wards,

Been to all the poles.

His goal, his dream, to

Reach the Utopian Star!

Utopian Star,

Always on his mind,

Keeps him somewhat sane.

Oh too many suicides!

The Angel Solar System

All mind dimensions can relate.

He draws these circles

At home, finishing the designer chair,

Ready to escape!

Closer to the equation,

Smiling and laughing so loud.