It swings
from the
light fixture
and bounces around the room.
Breaking off half collected
thoughts.
Flinging them in different courts.
It’s a time for work; not play.
Brain won’t allow you this say.
Stop. And start, bottom to top.
Top to bottom. Start and stop.
Want to let it go but can’t.
In need of a heart transplant,
Blood pressure rising in you,
frustration lives inside the glue.