#75

I think and count. Uncounted to be unaccounted for? Unacounted and ransacked in the proverbial head that is me. mine.

Mind plus the mindless equals, what? Said out loud one would be accused of crazy:

"Lock him up!!" {out loud}..

"Poetry and flowetryof the maximum sort" {on paper}..

Try? To write on paper craziness and mindlessness not so mindless. Not so crazy. Loopy maybe, Crazy not..

Get it out and calm. Ease. Time to rest. Or not.

Crazy, mindless speach and no time to sit. To sleep.

Get it out not, and I feel like the tea kettle ready to boil over onto the stove that is my sanity..

But wait!! I write therefore am ballanced. On the teetering edge of sanity and in..

Confusion on the control of paper is good reading.. Let loose my mind and here we go.. The flow of poetry and you like what you see.

My nuts for your entertainment. My pain, your gain. Have a seat. Welcome. Enjoy. Mindful spurts with mindless ramblings, and this is where we part.