My Mind is Louder Than a Smoke Detector

Reading a book, lying facing the ceiling fan, looking at the ocean, standing in an empty elevator.

Anxious emotion, frustration, embarassment, sadness, nothing.

Flickering lights, strobe lights, bed side lamp, a lighthouse.

Iminent distraction, unwanted referrals, limitless imagination, continuous detriment.

I’ve been told i feel too deeply or not at all, that i take the weight of others along side mine or use it as a substitute.

I’m either selfish or to involved and i don’t know if its possible to find the inbetween.

I want to stop thinking, stop spinning, stop stressing.

Please cease blaring your sirens, i know there is smoke but it belongs here.

I will put the fire out but please discontinue the ringing in my ear.

Don’t make me get a ladder to remove your batteries so i can purposely ignore you.

I want everything emptied by the time i get back.

No astray books or cds or clothes are to be left behind.

Please remember to take your ashtray with you.