Instincts

Instincts.
A slide projector clatters in your head
The old kind your grandparents use
Words
Images
Flash by before you can react,
Instincts.
Spirit, delight, liquid, saucy, experience, fresh,
Unusual, salute
All disjointed and unconnected
Seperate thoughts
Melodies, edge, bold, petite,
I hear it's impossible to find clothes
That fit when you're short
Launch- sounds like lunch.
Luscious- makes me think of lunch,
Maybe I'm just hungry
Utter- it relates to speaking, but I think of cows
Accent- A British person said "cheers" to me the other day
Instincts.
The slides jump across the screen
before the colors settled
It's just a blurry alphabet of words
You have nothing to do but feel each
Instinct.