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My mind is fuzzy
Clouds in the brain
why can't my mind
Be clear
like the rainbow
Why do my thoughts
come falling down the stairs
Tumbling down
till I sit
at the bottom
Like a heap of feathers
Can't my mind work like a computer
With every word
standing at attention
slipping off
Like an arrow
toward its target
Instead I am a pillowcase
dropping nowhere
A bundle of pebbles without meaning

Irwin R. Shaw - March 20th 1983