A bazaar of thoughts springs up to life tonight
Yesterday, it was a kiosk at the end of an alleyway.
Tonight, I can peddle and bargain.
There are some sweet sentences I can buy for a dream
And some memories I can capture
In thought cages, and maybe later in ink.
Backdoor black market sales are doing good business
I could expect an unwelcome nightmare in the near future
Or even that empty abyss I thought I had filled.
I traded in some barely formed wisps of emotion
And got a good deal
I have now, an arsenal of rainbow-thoughts
So maybe, the abyss can be a bit brighter.
Maybe tomorrow, the bazaar will be a roadside stall;
But for tonight, I have the magic of choice
And there's room for a myriad array.
When I pack my bags for the morning
My wares and purchases
Might need more than the tattered suitcases I own.
The bazaar might come visiting soon, again
I have bought enough to last me till that rainy day.