Poetry

KEEPS BUZZING

How the hell

do you write a poem

            when your mind keeps moving?

A person that can't stay

in the same place

for a day too long,

keeps moving.

The gnat I can't catch.

can't kill,

shut it up,

or smear its guts

            on the wall

            of my skull.

My mind keeps moving.

One place,

Too long,

Too fucking loud.

Stop moving.

I wish

I could rip

            out a chunk

                          of my brain,

plop it

on the table in front of me,

be okay.

I wish

I could murder

            the gnat flying around

            the empty space

inside my head,

my thick, thick skull.

Too loud,

Stop buzzing.

Stay

            in one place.

            For the love of god,

Stop running.