brain fart

Nothing ever happens for a reason.

a blank mind sets in &

though it may only be for a

flash of a second,

the words you are really trying

to muster,

dangle like a doughnut on the end of

a stick in front of a policeman

waiting next to the turnstile of your

subway stop,

waiting to give you a ticket for

littering

(fill that quota at the bookends of

the month then run to get that jelly)---

you reach out in your head,

trying to grab it,

as if you had dropped your pencil

and were floating to grasp it again

while waiting for takeoff in a zero-

gravity

space shuttle, set for commercial

flights---

your lips start to move to make the

sounds but the linkages aren’t

synched up just right & you

babble out some sub-freudian slip

that in its best translation can’t

even be construed as your native

language,

so in frustrated despair you

slap your brain across the face

inside your skull while trying to

teeter-totter on that conversation

tight rope &

making the best of your pounding,

paradiddling,

parapraxis,

you spit out some nonsensical

factoid that basically gets ignored

anyway.