Information; information!
My mind inflates from the
Constant inhalation
Of words

Black on white

They blur together like zebra stripes;
I am trampled by a stampede of frightened phrases
Ecstatic for the open spaces
In my mind
Like the African plains,
But these excited neurons
Are causing me
Pain

My eyes strain
At the pages
Like gorillas against their cages
Barred back by
Cold, hard information

But there's no reason for self-infliction

Maybe it's time I squeezed out this soaking
Kitchen sponge
Before it takes another
Plunge:
Before it festers with
The neglected words of breakfast
And dinner
And give its pores
Some time to sweat

Even just a poem.

Every mind needs some time to
Relax with some rhymes;
Write down some lines,
Lest we forget in all our
Getting
That an oversaturated mind leaves
Behind
Searing stains of regret.