Tendrils of chaos

threaded through my brain

weave in and around

the thoughts I try to convey

flowing fluidly at random times

as though teasing me

like evil school kids

setting the bait,

launching me towards

an entire class of laughter.

I recognize the beauty

of the idea, pick up my pen

And suddenly feel

the strangulation and contortion,

watching as the words are yanked

back into darkness

as the mischievous

brat in my head

antagonizes any

progress I may have

thought I had in becoming a

world renowned poet.