NICE SOUNDS IN MY HEAD

Nice sounds in my head
Children seeking and hide
In my head
The brisk January air
In my head
Quiets the wonder
Of afterlife or after, dead
children seeking and hide
Makes me not wonder why
She died

If a child laughs in the backyard
and I'm not There to hear it
Does it make a sound
Vibration resonates
In my head,
the dark dome
The vibration trips the switches
The electronic firing
Neurons like little resistors a
Pattern known as child's laughter
In my head

The universe is
In my head
The past is
In my head
Anger and lust lie deep
In my head
Fear slips and drips
In my head
The feeling of your insides
In my head
The taste of your mouth
In my head
Worst of all
The words we said
The bodies dead
Desert cities painted red