Brain Fart

a blank mind sets in & though it may only be for a flash of a second, the words you are really trying to muster, dangle like a doughnut on the end of a stick in front of a policeman waiting next to the turnstile of your subway stop, waiting to give you a ticket for littering (fill that quota at the bookends of the month then run to get that jelly)--- you reach out in your head, trying to grab it, as if you had dropped your pencil and were floating to grasp it again while waiting for takeoff in a zero- gravity space shuttle, set for commercial flights--- your lips start to move to make the sounds but the linkages aren’t synched up just right & you babble out some sub-freudian slip that in its best translation can’t even be construed as your native language, so in frustrated despair you slap your brain across the face inside your skull while trying to teeter-totter on that conversation tight rope & making the best of your pounding, paradiddling, parapraxis, you spit out some nonsensical factoid that basically gets ignored anyway.