A Collage of Thoughts
A Poem
My head is so full some days that I like to lay my thoughts out I pull each one from my head and set them on the ground, carefully lining them up so I can see all of them at once Some people might call this a collage but it looks like psychosis to me
What will the world be like when my kids get older and will I be here to see it? Baby goats, baby goats, baby goats A cabin in the middle of
nowhere
My head hurts, am I sick? How many days in a row will we eat the same general meals? Snacks are life I should be more productive Phoebe Waller-Bridge Why are duvet covers the devil? When will this end?
I reach way back into my brain to make sure I get every last one so I can display them, in rows and then move them around to sort them by projected reality I wonder if any of them are real or if my imagination is just a figment of my imagination
Thoughts flood in so quickly even as I am trying to usher them out My floor is full with scraps of me Senseless dioramas of this mind A collage of thoughts some true, some not some cold, some hot But just laying them out like this clears the cobwebs in my head and allows me to think another day
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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