There’s a cozy crevice
made for two
beneath my brain,
my thinking tube,
you’ll find a blanket
on a chair
tucked right in
with little care
the man who lives here,
beneath my brain,
he catches my thoughts
inside his cane
He does not eat
He does not sleep
Solely my thoughts
letting him breathe
I don’t like this man
I want him to go
I tried to stop thinking
So he’d find a new home
Rather than moving
He twiddled his thumbs
He stubbornly stayed
and I became dumb
My thoughts are his food,
his water, his air
Too much of either
and he’ll no longer be there
Ceasing to think
Did not do the trick
So I’ll flood him with thoughts
And see if he’ll stick
My overthinking
first broke his cane
releasing old thoughts,
that drove him insane
I pushed and I pushed
all these thoughts in my head
and surely enough
the man was soon dead
But his body simply floated
in this sea of thoughts
I hoped I’d feel better
But I certainly did not
Now I am stuck
Too many thoughts in my head
With no one to catch them
It’s killing me instead.