Her Shaky Mind

Her shaky mind fires 500 jokes a minute,

Surplus ammunition,

Hastily built bombs of humor,

Church stuffing clowns.

Her nerves send her words into the fields to die,

Where they wage war with the silence,

She watches the display with the eye of a child watching balloons pop.

Perfect distraction to the violence at play inside her.

Quiet moments make her feel uneasy,

Foreign thoughts make her feel queasy,

Ears that listen, to her, are creepy

And mouths of no motion, to her, are freaky.

When your parade of fools

Drop their drumsticks of rope

And pass away out the window,

And when your partners-in-chat,

Have mugged the still air peaceless

And take their white noise with them.

You'll be alone with yourself,

And a silence raging,

And we both know you can't stand that.