My mind is not silent.
In real-time I hear the same peppy chorus
repeat repeat repeat
plugging direct
into the center
of my attention.
I drink from a yellow cup
and my thirst cannot be quenched.
The digital clock is the sun,
which no cloud mitigates.
I cannot be overcome;
my thirst cannot be quenched;
my mind is not silent.
2 comments:
At the time I wrote this I was obsessed with the Vampire Weekend song "Cousins" (that's the chorus I refer to), not to mention all of Contra. I would wake up in the middle of the night and list all the songs in order. I'm pretty sure I got the order right.
Also, I had taken Claritin in the evening, not realizing it would tweak me out in a manner most unpleasant.
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