sludge

The dream floats down into the jelly house,
somewhere far left of mainstreet.
Lost in the spell of repetition,
the jungle fellow at a loss for words.
Is it early onset alzheimers?
There are questions about wasting time.
Too much information,
too many interviews with Charlie Sheen.
No answers
The curse of the open mind
Calm now.
Too far from mania for comfort.