Thoughts

— poetry for the over diluted brain —

i am the thinker of many thoughts

my words tumble and tumble until they are lost

letters become words; words become sentences

they toss and they turn like an turbulent ocean angry with the world

‘why are you poisoning me!’ they yell and they yell and they yell

lost in the wind they ever so desperately wish to begin again

oh why oh why must we suffer so! my love my love oh where will we go

when these thoughts they consume us so

our brains my dear they are overspilling, a grey mush on the floor

you are slowly dying your thoughts come less so

oh my dear i love you so

please do not let your thoughts go askew for what will i be able to do

but watch your thoughts and words tumble through

an ocean has gently waded you out to the great blue

you leave me only blue with the wind to carry me through

i am the thinker of many thoughts

oh most of those thoughts are of you