Beetle Juice

my thoughts are gigantic they
race around the inside of my
skull like beetles in chaos
interrupting neurons switching
on impulses clawing at the
bloody mass of brain and
gristle, devouring and
excreting. Destroying.
I chase them chase them
chase them gather the manic
scoop up the beetles squeeze
them to ink... beetle juice
beetle ink, down down down to
the nib they sink.
Write it out scribble scribble
scribble pause for no one
dribble dribble dribble. Write it
in words on paper in dead
worlds with dead beetles
squeezed beetles beetle juice
beetle ink. Worlds that will
soon die with the ink and the
beetles and the paper and the
trees and the thoughts which
are gigantic and crushed dead
in the squeeze. 

M P 25/4/21