coiled and poised and taught with ideas, nigh
bursting with excitement, i’m
confined, bruising and riled by ideas
leaking profusely and melting away

intrusive thoughts recurring
who could that be intruding?
knocking at the door but they’re already in
knocking on the walls, and the sliding garden door
you acknowledge then ignore,the phone rings
scream throwback, you confront and attack
you were right all along, these intrusive thoughts
got it wrong but they don’t seem to think so
but you know so, so you say your goodbyes and hang up
trains of thought


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