Poem ~ My Mind

My mind

It's like a Globe that's really a bar.

A flip top chest of toxic things

Most days I spin it, unopened

Mapping my world as it turns

 

But somedays  it calls me to serve

Let it's contents flow down my neck

Turn into bile and then I lose 2 days

lamenting in the fog

 

My mind. It was a great idea at the time!