A Mess

It rings, tirelessly.
I know what it means.
Another day, another thought
another endless procession of meaningless
chatter! chatter!

My thoughts swirl and swim
cloudy and partially formed.
They crowd and bump into each other
causing a massive jam-up of

The Good float through and mix with
The Bad,
a sullen murkiness muddles the view

(on look! A list to-do has mangled with my future Dreams
tangled together so I don’t know if I need to buy eggs
a House with a garden!) and I’m blinded by the


If only I could have one thought at a time,
one worry before another forms.
If only I could control and maintain my concepts
of Grief and Love in

[separate spaces]

then I could go on with my day.

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