Tip Of My Mind

It’s on the tip of my mind.
But where in the world does it stay?
Hey! Come back! I need to know!
But other stuff gets in the way!

I think. I concentrate. It is right there.
The information that I seek,
And want so desperately,
Is gone…by just a sliver of hair.

Why does it leak out,
And disappear from my view?
“Come back, come back,” I say.
“I never said that I was finished with you!”

I need to know, and to know it right now!
Paragraph by paragraph.
Sound by sound.
Picture by picture.

Pieces remain…but only chunks.
Where is the rest of the puzzle?
Please, I beg of you, my dear sweet mind,
Where did my interesting, recent thoughts go?

I know that nothing’s ever lost.
It’s all filed in there someplace.
Hiding in microscopic file cabinets
Deep in the back of my mind.

Just like the Internet, piece by piece,
Coming from various sources all over the place.
Searching for each other.
So that it can make a sensible plan.

Why can’t I have the picture completed,
Without missing a few corners somewhere…
I know that you’re leaning against a wall,
Hidden in the dark recesses…
In the very back of my mind.


Do Something

Don’t just do something!
Stand there!
This is your crazy mantra.

What is wrong with your
Fight or Flight system?
Freeze is your middle name!
Get moving you lazy shirker!
Or nothing will ever be the same!

It seems you’re always pouring
8 ounces into a 6 ounce cup…
Just about one too many times.

You’re not a mover, much less a shaker.
You’d rather spend your time discombobulated
Than thinking things through to the end.
Logical conclusions are never followed by you.
You’re always coming up lacking,
And just around the bend.

A day late and a minute short,
Too much or too little and never just right.
You’re happy to turn everything upside down.
As you insist to all that day is really night.

Marching to a different drummer was never said of you.
You march to a nonexistent drummer,
Or perhaps another in your head.
A figment of your imagination.
Which everyone learns to dread.