Poet13's Blog

What if I don’t think
turn off the tap lay down my head
shut my eyes let benign darkness take me
emptiness embrace me.

I pursue familiar fantasies again and again
wearing grooves into my brain
memories binding tighter and tighter
squeezing out the present moment.

If I am alone now at least I know how I got here
there is that to sit with:
reasons I spin to explain where I’ve been
exhausted now pursuing the past.

When did I take up brooding?
There is no menace in it no unbound Frankenstein monster
no October werewolf broken free at last
only a cold place in which to huddle.

I could generate heat at will
make my mind a furnace to burn off this chilly limbo
create a thermal door or blast a charred hole in the wall
at least a window perhaps to admire the pretty view.

But then of course I’d need to decide
whether or not to take a stroll
though my preference would be
not to have to think about it.