The Great Thinking Machine

Hey folks, I am coming out with a book of poetry soon. I would like to share a little one with you now.

The great thinking machine

( 2020)

I keep thinking and thinking and thinking.

I am haunted by thoughts.

The thoughts are running wild, running with scissors.

cutting open my cerebellum and spritzing neurotoxin all alongside my medulla oblongata

until I’m flailing so fast they put me in a dance crew.

Thinking thinking thinking.

The incredible thinking machine.

gears made from the twisted metal of memories that are long past.

a metronome of fear and hope, of future that never manifests.

a loaded spring of a persistent present that won't be ceased.

The fleeting moment in which to enjoy it.

Thinking, thoughts, thoughts of thinking.

Drowning in emotional thoughts of boastful pride

like a mighty peacock that wraps itself in its feathers until it suffocates

and envelopes into a cocoon of exaggerated disappointment determined for failure, lays still on the concrete

Longing for a squirrel to mistake it for a nut to crack.

The bottled up rage and bitterness towards the squirrel that never came triggers the metamorphosis process.

Emerges a naked bird whose glory was never there but yet on the triumph of emerging its prison sets off to the craft store to make pretty wings once more.