dead brain is dead

so scattered that a snowstorm seems tidy

someone's been nibbling at my concentration
and whatever's left has no connection
we're not made for commercialbreaks and whatnot
too much information
i can't knit anymore, because i think of what i could be doing instead
i'm confused all the time
and not at all patient
i used to love spending hours doing one thing
but now
i'm amazed whenever i get the dishes into the machine without leftovers
but of course i am like, whatever, to the whole embarrassing ordeal
a baffling ordeal
shithead is shitting shit in the improper wasteland, flying above to scatter the remains

the consequense. is. immense. i have no other option but read and look over my past work
is this healthy
i am concious about my health
but denying the very fact
that health
is the last thing in this avalanche
that


what was it? i forget

nothing fits


i need a cheer-up
a peptalk
a noisy and bearded fellow that lives in my cap

it's always behind the eyes

"you pray for rain
i pray for blindness"