i rest
tho lying to myself while brainstorming
with my head and tired brain
(and body)
with my arms around my legs,
with my hands shaking
i rest
while brainstorming
but who was to know the essence of this so called 'storm' of ideas
rather than storm, I see it as a whirlwind
in which i get lost
and dizzy
and who am i to attempt to escape from my own ideas?
who am i?
to whom must i reach for help?
help for my tacky but reckless little brain
that, instead of letting me be free,
traps me
and i drown
and i can't breathe
and the floor gets colder
and my hands, tremulous
-m.j.