The String Theory

Not that one!

I know less that nothing about that particular branch

of science if that's what you're thinking--this is about an avalanche,

 

the strange bits of thought that bombard my brain this time of day,

before coffee and common sense comes out to play.

 

Flickers of bullshit flash across my brain in a rainbow

of colors--I'm like an eight-cylinder running on four--I know

 

not where these mystery thoughts come from--they're just a string

of random impulses, like some kind of bizarre mood ring

 

I'm wearing on the end of my neck--disjointed thoughts

that are quite disturbing, but that I can't control--these are not

 

your normal thoughts--these are not thoughts to soothe the savage beast.

No, I think I should be committed, or restrained, at the very least!     

Author's Note

Poetry purist? Keep moving!

Reviews

[Katrina Mckeown]

Love your sense of humour. ...excellent

[Michael Stevens]

Thanks much, Katrina--I'm glad you enjoy my sense of humor, because the doctor says it's 'disturbing'!