Spinning Thoughts

Thinking…

Wrapping my brain with a tourniquet is insane but my thoughts continue to fly.

Like buzzing bees and the kids that continue to ask me why?

For a moment I can feel for the switch.

While driving my thoughts might put me in the ditch.

A rhyme

A riddle

A country song and hearing the fiddle.

Twisting my thoughts into a turn.

Spinning my thoughts into a 360 burn.

Out goes the fire as my fingers stop to type.

Bong goes the clock as I know it is time for goodnight!

By:  Barbara Bloom