stocks and holes

the brain. sometimes
it thinks
too much,
causing
for interuptions
during the day,
that's like a blunt
magnetic forcefield
pulling your thoughts
up,
over the brain's crust,
until they bubble.

there is nowhere for them
to go.

that's why they invented
yoga, and
heroin, and
horrible movies,
about horrible people,
in horrible cities.

you sit there
with a skinny thought.

you sit there
feeding that thought
like it's some starving baby.

you feed it
until
it outweighs
the weight
of your brain.

maybe there's some cheap candle
you light,
or maybe
there's some dollarstore prayer
that somebody taught
you,
anything
that takes on the shape
of a pill.

but it's there,
always waiting for you
like your just some
puppy,
waiting
for some charles manson to appear.

and it's then,
at that moment,
that you forget everything
on
some list
thay you always swore
you'd remember.