how the mind works

during the day
when the sun blares loudly and
the air grabs at bare skin so violently,
four hundred and twenty two fragments
of shatterred conversation rush
through eardrums and then, as
if realizing their mistake, saunter
away.
and when the mind is too preoccupied
with accents, accounting, academic jabber
and trying to figure out what that smell
is
is it you?
and what's for lunch
and haha
what is that you just
said? what does mundane
mean?
it is easy not to think.

tick tock

the sky is black save for
Orion's glistening belt and a queen on her throne
a jacket is unneccessary
it smells like a florida evening
near the beach
you can hear the snow melt.
and then
it is almost impossible not to notice that perhaps
"the way i laugh may be getting annoying
my boobs are too big
should i eat less
am i becoming boring
he didn't add me to his msn list
i made a fool out of myself
she made a fool out of me and i let her
do i bother people when they are having private conversations
why can't i change
do i disappoint you
do i disappoint You"
and much easier not to think
"i am wonderful".