Tell me nothing more please
Information burks my head
Surpulsing commitments
Seething seeking out my eyes
As I wander or pace
(hard to call it)
The answers
The clicking together
The perfect assembly
It’s out there somewhere
My seething seeking eyes
Simply serve as surrogates
It’s my brain that’s boiling
My eyes merely venting
Steam from too many cooks
In a crowded kitchen.
It was when I considered
Branding myself
“The Man With 10,000 Ideas”
That I realized I might have
A real problem.
April 12, 2013