a thought clash,

a thought crash,

a baffling bash of thoughts

advancing against

defense of an altervnative kind,

the kind that’s an internalized

defensive de-frying of the brain:

before it goes haywire…

before it gets too tired,

like now:

my head’s got a gospel choir of ideas

idea after

idea after

idea,

i feel like tyler perry’s madea

reproduced,

again and again and again and again…

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the thoughts, they burst out

unapologetically INtense,

often with OUTsense,

and often irrelevant!

they’re all so eager to be elegant:

thoughts of thoughts of thoughts of thoughts

each one priding itself to be a Thought of Thoughts.

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i record and write

‘cause i’d like to leave my brain-board white

and plain

so as to quit these mental-games

and tame the cerebral Ceberus beast

of this mind mash,

so i can get some sleep

lights out.