Mind's Exercise

Sluggish thoughts
slow conclusions
spilling over the brim
of my cup
useless words
filling the tree
of my brain
with gaudy baubles

wafting in and out
of conscious and unconscious tremblings
my heavy being
is weighted by heartless things,
anchored by unbearable things,
by chains,
that hold me knee deep
wadding in quicksand

silly diversions
fleeting entertainment
filling my stupid cup
and dripping down its sides,
just useless words
constant banter, back and forth-
become the excuses i use
to stay sinking

Eyes are hungering
but i leave them wanting,
my body is dying
And my being-
all these empty bits
cry out
to be used
to be exercised
and not to grow fat off of diversions
My Cup,
screams to be thrown
against the walls
and to be shattered

The contents
I wish to pour
all over
countless places
dozens of faces
and, in my mind's exercise
live.
~brittany
12/04/10