Bask in a Smoke Show

Colourful tentacles unravel
from a nook that resides just
inside the forehead and down
a long dark corridor that
might've had an exit sign
once upon a time but now
houses all of my great ideas.
I rummage through that nook
looking for my next project.
Some half thought of,
some half started,
some just static waiting to take form.
In this nook all of my
colours light up individual
cigarettes and bask in a
smoke show of epic
times daring one
another to create
something and
to expand their turf
a little further throughout
the contours of my mind.