Mind Murmur

Stomp, crack, cut the fingers down    
Like a tree timbering loud    
To drown the deafening sound  
Of distorted reasoning.  
The pull-patter of lying  
That battles inside the mind  
Of "you would's" and "you wouldn't's".  
These brash, too-nosy thinkings   
Will cover (with callous cloud) 
Your attractive Sandman dreams.  
They will tuck in a snug clump  
Next to you at sleepy dusk.  
And will murmur horrid words  
About the next-to-you mind  
When you wake from toss/turn night.  
These intramural whispers  
Transform the tidy sincere  
Into a grimy sewer;  
Unkempt and polluted.  


So sweep them in a lock shut,  
Play pretend in your doll house      
And adjust their tiny hands  
To fit tight in your full ears.  
At least the intrusive thoughts   
Will be trimmed to soft muffle,  
Only to bother you when  
They rot from condensation  
And nip off when they dry out.  

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