too many thoughts
too many wishes
stacked like a sinkful of dinner dishes

they clutter my mind like debris on a shelf
my brain staggers under the weight of itself

I'd pick out just one if only I could
I try and I try
but it does me no good

for just as I settle on one simple notion
the others break in
and here starts the commotion -

they jostle for dominance
splinter attention
jockey for prominence
fight intervention

I struggle to arbitrate -
try to arrange them;
they fail to cooperate,
won't let me change them

so if I seem lazy, just lying in bed,
and if I've forgotten whatever you said
please don't think me crazy
(or worse, wish me dead)
it's just hard to hear past the noise in my head.

03/19/2006