Junk In My Head

There is junk in my head Will not leave me alone Clinking and clanging Trying to be a yesterday's poem There is stuff whirling around Making me ponder and posh Adding extra confusion Some stuff going slosh There are ideas and things I am not grasping at all I try in vain to stop them But they are several feet tall I cannot get in touch with my dendrites The ones that connect The junk is not letting me think I am on flat-out "what the heck?" There is clinking and clanging There are things I probably should know There is blinking and banging. It is a "what is going on?" show So today I may just take A well deserved nap or a break. For the ideas are crazy and illusive So what kind of poem would they make?