Kit Kelen #255 - the thing that's stuck in the back of my head

255

the thing that's stuck in the back of my head

broken record there

you might think earworm

but it isn't

this is worse

something nagging

in the insect line

out of human conversation

wash hair

clean ears

stand on your head

swim a thousand laps

it's still there

it's the head/heart's reflux

zombie-said

bashing your head

against the brick wall

but the bricks

are in your head

ten trillion cells

you're locked in one

where's dogma?

where's the new idea?

so much dust!

such piles!

what rust!

gut feeling's nowhere near the tum

it's here

it's near the back of the head

I won't say there's no filing system

let's just say it's not Dewey

and it's not Library of Congress

you'd water your moke

in the hippocampus

but they haven't made the map

by all means try out for distractions

that something-still-to-resolve

it swings as from the chandeliers

it's Tarzan Lazarus

raising the dead

whose doubt creeps back

one doesn't give the scone a second thought

until some of this shrapnel's lodged

that thing at the back of my woolly noggin!

head-bang music

never shifts it

grog merely makes maudlin

any drug that takes it down

digs up the front garden carrots as well

electric chair's a little drastic

it is a shallow shoal

keeps lapping

where's the surface gone?

I must be true to

maybe you can walk away

but the back of the head comes with you

you're followed

hollowed

one must train one's thought

in order to get anywhere

have to turn things down

the mind's an instrument

to tune

I live towards a contradiction

just to be beyond

yes, you guessed

it's all about me

at least you were right there

I'm going to sit back and watch it

I'm going to listen

like the doctors said I should do with that lump

I'm going to simply observe

see if it grows or goes away

note how often it chimes in

give myself some distance