neurosis out the wazoo

ten
tense
tension.

arms flailing
falling through space
a spacious living room is what you need
needy was I?

word
words i string together
attempt to describe
the shapes that lurk
through my head.

at the same slpit instance
i mean everything
and absolutely nothing.

scribble down thoughts like a neurotic.
my neurosis is
obsolete.

the words bang on the door
but my mouth is a padlock
you can only escape in altered form, dear palabras.
slanted. curved. discolored.
muddled.
shifty.
deceptive.

i just keep writing. i know not what i have said. ? maybe.
i close my eyes to what i have said.

i believe i have said nothing at all.