thoughts,...creep.........in.

thoughts creep in
like Jack,
a debauched grog.
a bumbling, stumbling
midnight cretin with
ambition to rip &
pillage your veracity.
poignant little specs
of cynical desires,
soothing & raging
before the sun
destroys hope.
thoughts creep in
like racing cars,
fast& intense &
seen only with a
keen eye before
the bitch zips away.
thoughts creep in
like a malfunctioning
fire alarm in
dark AM silence.
a worrisome sentiment
chipping & chirping
until you just

can't

stand

it.

(mind's pristine defect)

thoughts creep in
like shadow play,
a faceless figure
toying with your
sympathies until
an achieved desire.
bright & illuminating
all the while smoke
& mirrors insert cause
to an insane end.
thoughts creep in,
the 2nd guessing,
the remonstrating
of your acumen.
the destruction of art
in dreams & ideas in
reality solemnly slip
away, when thoughts,..
creep,.......
in.