In the Examination Room

My doctor laughs
at the notion
that mental diseases
could be contagious,
but I know better.

A colony

There is a collapse
of structures within my brain
and insects now invade.
I tell myself,
think of pesticides
and not of picnics.

Concentrate

My brain sludges.
Mud-splattered
drippings on the floor.
Infected remains.
We scoop it all back up
again, in an effort to
stay on task.

The way loose

I am twisted within myself again,
wondering how this entangle of neurons
will think its way loose.