Oh, It's a Bizarre Little Neighborhood - My Head

Oh, it is a bizarre little neighborhood - my head – peopled by thoughts that congregate in cryptic ghettos, Wary of the other thoughts that reside in other ghettos they walk the synapses of cynicism Secure in the knowledge that all the other thoughts are just a little bit off, slightly to seriously misinformed, deluded by the mainstream cerebellum into supporting the physical mess. Two blocks down and one block over reside the synapses of happiness, peopled by thoughts of happiness, they have totally lost touch with reality although it is fun to hang out with them just to confuse those who reside in the synapses of unhappiness. They wonder “how can the cynic be happy?” Just West of the block of wonderment reside the thoughts of “God” or “Goddess” like some “God” is going to be trapped within a specified sexual context. On the other side of the “tracks” reside the thoughts of anger and loneliness, they are angry and lonely because they refuse to cross the tracks and consider another alternative. Every intersection of the synapse highway has a set of high speed traffic lights to control the flow of the thoughts and keep my head from exploding. I have wandered these synaptic ghettos since birth and feel quite confident engaging them all I would invite you in but they are poor hosts. 12/12/2016 submitted to – In Your Head – Poetry Contest