The Sikorsky spin

The thoughts try to flee me
but not before they flay me,
floor me, try to slay me
sometimes I wish that they’d
stay with me to
keep me in this turbulent
state of mind,

peace?

yes
I’d like a piece of peace,
imagine me and seeing what I see
in harmony with what I think
blink
and you’ll miss it.

Type in crack pipe
now
is that google hype?

no smoke without a rock
or something like that
they say.

My day
back in the day
has gone
like me
far away

the thoughts try to flee
but
I’m trying to keep them
see
it’s the only way
to keep myself
sane.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.