Friday, June 26, 2009


It's happening again.
I've stopped thinking again.
For lack of exercise my mind has atrophied
For want of words I live in entropy.
I feel the need for vociferation
but find my minds gone on vacation.
I cling only to the hope
that this isn't another overdose.


  1. I feel ya. (that's the first thing I thought of when I read this. but it seems so unlike me to say.)

    What I mean is, I agree that it's hard to maintain a productive and alert mind. Sometimes, like today actually, I think there's nothing to say or share or talk about. And I don't know if that is a fact of life, or a fault of my own. If it is my fault (which it very likely is, seeing as there is an enormous amount of interesting ideas out there) I don't know how to solve it, really.

    overdose of what, may I ask?

  2. An overdose of... life. Activity. Of mind draining activity.