Chattering Mind-Creatures. By CpSingleton © 2016
You can’t hear them as
They chatter incessantly,
Like questioning children.
But I can.
I don’t rub my hands as if I’m
A theatrical villain,
I promise I don’t.
They sit on benches and
Stare at me sarcastically
For ten whole, English seconds
Before going back to line two.
They don’t stop for breath.
I don’t suppose they need it, do they Neo?
Sometimes they can come up with some incredible ideas!
Real out of the box thoughts
With existential ribbons dangling freely from purple philosophical wrapping paper.
Other times the box is a dot on a faraway shore and I’ve lost the oar to the dingy.
What’s that? You see a plastic ship bobbing around in a discontented sea and wonder where the captain’s gone?
Questions, questions, questions.
We’re hungry now. Time for a sandwich. I don’t know. We’ll see what’s in the fridge.