My thoughts sometimes
Become like rebellious kids
They dart about my head
Swarm into my hippocampus 
Making me sweat 
I race after them 
Calling to them 
But they don’t heed me
They’re chimerical beings 
Elves and pixies and aliens 
Coins and marbles and peeling paint 
A stubbed toe, a tired saint
A fierce cupid on a fountain
Rose bushes that run riot 
And then I just lose sight 
Of them at all 
I hear the silence
Numbing, thrumming, sometimes strumming
Through my brain

Then I see them again
They’re out on the streets 
They’ve run free, leaving me behind 
They’ve escaped the prison of my mind 
I watch them from afar 
Tumbling around
Laughing, skipping, rumbling around
Moaning, groaning, fumbling around
Far away from me
I’m featherlight now 
I float above them 
Like I’m dead 
The leaden weight of life 
Has dropped 
I watch it tumble with my thoughts 
Rumble, tumble, sometimes stumble 
In its frantic vitality 

I’m timeless, sadless, gladless now
E m p t y
I float away 
In a silent conspiracy 
Of air and nothingness.