ideas

Background Noise

It never rests
It cannot stop
and simply
stare at the world,
the marbles
roll around
like boulders
up there.
elephants
usually slow
and deliberate,
flashdance
in my attic,
accompanied
by the music
of the children
of the night
fluttering
around my belfry.
Thoughts
the ever
circling
ballbearings
in a Heath Robinson
contraption,
the marching
perpetual motion
of ideas,
a circular
looping
Mayday parade
stuck in
a cold war
Red Square groove,
a board game
where every snake
ends in a ladder
and the dice
factors numbers
to recurring
decimals.

it never rests
it cannot stop
my mind would
simply
abhor the silence.