Creative Is A Restless Dog

Anonymous recently asked me if my brain ever shuts off. “Where do your ideas come from? Do you wake up thinking of this stuff ?” Yes, I wake up thinking of this stuff, I go to sleep thinking of this stuff and sometimes I dream this stuff. My brain never shuts off. A kaleidoscope of thoughts constantly turns inside my head. Everything I see turns the barrel a notch changing the colors. It’s maddening and exhausting. I wake up feeling like I've been at meetings all night long, meetings where no one read Roberts Rules Of Order. I just live with squirrels in the attic. Medication helps, but that’s all: helps. It takes some of the edge off, allows me to sleep some, but not always.
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RESTLESS DOG

That dog is gone
again.
Run out
across creation,
doing
only he knows what.
Don’t know how
he slips
his rope,chain, noose
again.
Thinks he can
fly.
Most dream,
few succeed.
Always comes
Home
again.
To curl in
his patch of dirt
Rest up awhile
before he’s off
again.
Legs twitch,
lips release
A half yelp in sleep
dream sounds
Only dogs hear.
Urge tickles
his ears, jumps up
and he’s off
again.