He took one thought

And turned it into a drama

Creating scene after scene

Of turmoil

Turning this way and that way

With every possible manifestation of doubt, horror, misinterpretation that followed

Lost in that one thought

It churned his mind

He saw the images and pictures

And could not stop that thought growing into the crazy movie it was never meant to be.

This thought

It would not stop and linger

But went on and on and on

Creating more pictures and even more head games and head trips and  freaked out heart racing trails of non-descriptive chapters of those things that never would happen

Except in this mind, his mind

That one mind that never ceased to work things out.

Pictures dreaming, pictures adding into more and more until the movie full to the brim of ideas and answers upon answers drowns itself.

To shut the fuck up and think of something else, anything else but this thought

So another thought now, turns the corner and follows down the next path and the next and the next and the next……

Caroline Carey Poetry