A Dangerous Thought

A Dangerous Thought
by Luke Muench

Floating
in the back
of your mind,
I wait.
Impatient,
unruly,
an agitation,
I wait.

Can you contain me?
I doubt it.
Can I you feel me?
I know it.
I make sure of it,
bouncing ferociously,
slamming myself
against your skull,
rubbing my coarse,
scratchy self
up and down
your consciousness.

But still,
I wait.

There's only
so much
I can do,
bobbing about
behind your
maddening mindset,
so steadfast,
stubborn,
stupid.

I want-
nay, need-
to break out
of this
calamitous cage,
my shackles
chaffing my soul,
melting my meaning
with an intense
inattention.

Yet,
what can I do,
chained to your
certain uncertainty,
unwilling to venture
beyond your
fleshy home?

... I can be heard.

So, still,
I wait.