??Filament…??
reminds me of fill my mental
with pureed dates (which I hate)
That word won’t go away, and keeps me awake

My mind is stuck, stagnant, lost and bewildered

whatever you want to call it

I am…

Walking ‘round and ‘round from hula hoop to hula hoop
Not wondering when I’ll get out and head in the right direction
One word, two words, and my mind kicks out its temporary boarders
That’s taking up too much room with their luggage overflowing
with nonsense

Someone very dear to me told me that he loved my stream
of consciousness. I must’ve asked him a million times
“what’s that thing I have that you like?”
All I could remember was consciousness…flow, run on
sentence, consciousness what??. I couldn’t remember it long enough to even
Look it up. I probably got it wrong here…shrug

If I call myself a poet, (which I don’t) am I suppose to
remember that, or did he make it up

Please, someone hit me over the head
with a dinosaur leg drum…
Can’t even get the phrase right
It totally slipped my mind, and I have no inclination
to even try to remember

I wonder if it’s normal to NOT care
where my mind went and where it emptied my thoughts

I think I did the consciousness thing again

© MS