Wash out all those ghosts cobwebs worrywarts black cloud critters
chattering like monkeys in your swollen brain
swollen brain filled with piston-like repetiton
it’s wrong it’s wrong it’s wrong
not good enough for who? for tin man looking for his heart?
wash out all those ghosts cobwebs worrywarts and black cloud critters
chattering like monkeys in your swollen brain
quickly lay your thoughts out on the page
protect those tender shoots
close the book
walk away