A poem JJ likes...

I’m tired
Trying to avoid
Thoughts
But the thoughts
Wont me

I tried to drown them in TV
But of course
It’s broken

Unlike this silent record
That spins
Me round and round

As I lay here
With sky in my eyes

Clearness
Above me
A swarm
Inside of me
Churning

I want silence
Like the white clouds

Not
Thinking of thinking

I lay here, on cement
I’m held up, won’t fall …
Into the earth…