thoughts caress ideas flow
what’s happening I do not know
red and blurring past my eyes
a streak of conscious in the skies
i lay i lye i wish to sleep
and in my mind these thoughts to creep
help me please i don’t know where
but something evil creeps out there
green and fat and nice to sit
i wonder what to say to it
as I lay upon the floor
I ponder why I have no door
a can, a man, oh man i can
i have no attention span
words upon my pencil tip
coming from my mind they drip
scribbley white and eery blue
i think i might be scaring you
my mind is lost, not to be found
until the world again is round
i don’t know what my words are saying
but my conscious mind in baying
anxious twitching words are spewing
into a world in which I’m doing
everything but nothing still
it’s time i fear to pay my bill
blue and read and pepsi coke
upon the world we bear the yoke
of tyranny and rice oppression
someone please must head the lesson
help me please i think I’m lost
i took a trip but at what cost
my mind is addled and quite spinning
please stop writing when I’m sinning
music courses though my head
and to the world I am as dead
writing words and thought with form
above, beyond, outside the norm
flip the page and write some more
it’s comfy here upon the floor
with frivolous and speed abandon
cars and bars and loo sea randon
blue and books and shelf and wall
this poem makes not quite sense at all