At the mind’s bar.

At the mind’s bar
where thoughts gather
three minds speak.
If I had a dime
for every thought
I’d be a rich man!
If I had an additional year
for each and every thought
I’d be immortal!
If only I had
a thought to speak of.
said the man who
knew too much.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

At a bar or not, in my opinion, most people talk just to hear themselves talk. Your poem harkens to the kind who are yapping-obsessed -- who can't stand for there to be a lull in the conversation, & constantly combing one's brain for the next thing to talk about. When I look at my thoughts, I think: who cares? This prevents me from sharing the garbage that passes for thoughts (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we always know too much when we talk in a drunken stupor...we get so smart.
I have a lot of dimes, but nobody wants to take change these days...too dangerous.
j.