Ideas From My Dendrite Village

Rapid ideas sprinkle out of my dendrite village, Flowing down my shoulders, landing on the best of days, In kilter skelter felter welter milter belter jagged piles in crazy, zany, silly, dark, ugly, horrible, unnatural, weird ways. I watch them form little armies. Some skitter off into the kitchen walls. Others slither back up my legs, trying to reinvent themselves. None want my help, so I walk into the living room. Some are laughing hysterically, thinking it is a game. A couple of them hit me hard in the middle of my lower back. They are giant jumpers, trying to get back into my skull. Good luck I think, knowing my imaginary dendrite village well. If there is one thing she does not allow, it is access to repeat offenders. Best to lie down on a page and let me Draw a cartoon around you or put you into a poem.