has a flat tire
Which keeps it spinning in lazy circles
I’m getting and going nowhere
A statement that accurately describes my life for the moment
I’m losing
momentum
in poem
and
reality
My brain is melting like ice cream in summer heat and it’s dripping over my fingers
I’d better scrape it off the floor before the dog licks it up and starts speaking
If he could he’d probably say something like
“If you had ears and a tail like me, everyone would know how you feel
It’s a blessing and a curse, but it wouldn’t be worth being called a freak
And this time to your face”
He’s very old and I imagine him with a deep rumbling voice that resonates through the room
And a thick Irish brogue that makes him seem wiser
Then I’m back at my desk and the dog is asleep
I wish I could sleep
I do but I dream
And the dreams are strange and vivid and leave me gasping
for the sweetness of sleep that doesn’t make me question my sanity
I think of my sanity as fragile and cracked
Like a china plate set on the edge of a table
And it’s fallen before, but they didn’t learn
so they put it right back where it started
It’s barely balanced, and with any heavy footstep it’s going to
fall
My head’s falling out of my hands and the dog’s snoring
I’m wandering in circles
Where was I going with this?
I want to go anywhere and everywhere
Wherever I can go
But my wanderlust is a little rusty
so I sit alone in my room instead
and pretend that my dreams have come true
My brother never wished on stars when we were little
So why are all of his dreams reality
and mine haven’t even begin to start happening
I’ve wished on every star I know for a working
train
of thought