things I think I think

thoughts

like an soft serve machine,

churning, churning.

the longer they turn, the faster they go

until

insects fill my head-

good ones- like spiders and gnats

bad ones- the kind that make me wonder if I should be committed

the things I think I think

buzzing buzzzzzing

until I let them 

run out onto paper.

Not because they're either relevant or important

or even coherent, but because
it's the only flyswatter I know how to use.