Neuronic Noise

 

Neuronic noise in my gangliar brainium

How is one really supposed to think?

The synaptic snap of the yakety-yak

Brings Yin and Yang to collisional brink

(and no, they aren’t pandas)

 

Dysfunktedly discombobulational

Who is Gunga, and why all this Din?

I once was a stripling, crippled with Kipling

And now I’ve kippled the lid off my bin

(and no, It's non-recyclable)

 

I think up the down and back down the up

Backwards, forwards, sideways, and  prone

At least I’m alive with the buzz in the hive

While I pray for a break from the drone

(and no, it isn’t bees)                                                      

 

Out I go for brisk perambulation

Fresh air, change of scene, and new pace

I’m the prat in the hat, debating dis n’ dat

On a mental etch-a-sketch, I draw and erase

(and no, the knobs aren’t working)

 

The reception upstairs chills and thins a bit

And I’m not all that troubled by that

A space in my mind, with fast forward-rewind

Forms new layers of mysterious fat

(and no, you can’t cook with it)

 

What to do with the attic-based ballyhoo?

There goes a kamikaze in spiraling flight!

Looks like Halley’s comet just upchucked some vomit

Hey Alexa, can you turn off the damn light?

(and no, she isn’t my girlfriend)

 

There’s always a woman behind it though?

At least that’s how it sometimes seems

To escape all the flap, I try taking a nap

But, Goddammit, she’s entered my dreams!

(and no, they aren’t wet)

 

(but I haven’t quite given up hope on that … yet)

 

 

                                     s. paul   (Feb. 2021)