Challenge Expected

Welcome to the bizarre bazaar of my mind

like an orange it doesn't rind

undiagnosed self-dosed

unfiltered it flitters

finishing a thought or not

faulty memory/wiring

less a stream of consciousness, more a

steam of no consequence

envelopes me like a fog

I try to grab some drops

but it just makes my brain fingers slippery

a platypus swims across

everything tastes like chicken except for eggs

six in one and something about your mother

does anyone else ever feel like their computer head

is just hanging there on the blue screen

or is constantly rebooting? the same four notes

playing over and over and over

into the spiral of infinity that is never far from

my trains of thought, as they travel this way and that

on their mobius strip tracks, turning inside out and

upside down but always returning to the same spot

like a roomba (was that supposed to be capitalized?)

I think, it's hard to let go of the idea of perfection

even when I'm trying to show the chaos of my mind

ugh, the silhouette of my poem got super blocky

time for some

short lines to add

interest

that's better

anyway, where was I? which train was traveling the fastest?

oh no a drawbridge, will it raise in time

or will we crash through into the castle of my mind?

crash

quiet

it's oddly quiet in here, the trains are gone

the birds have all flown down under

I wonder why anyone would want to read

this disorganized mess it's not even hot

a tepid squirming mass of ew

I'm not even going to finish that

Whatever, if you made it this far you deserve a present

here's a peasant, how pleasant

he's wearing a pheasant

*snickerdoodle

gotta remember to drink water today

I can see why people don't like this style

who wants to stare into the face of insanity

or is that just humanity

hey writer Bunny

we're all mad hare