Stray Thoughts

Jangling coins caught in a pocket

Are these thoughts

Clamoring loudly against my tongue

So maybe I will spend them

Speak them

Throw them out, throw them away

To useless ears

Broken unable to listen beyond own voices

Shift me into repeat

So I can stutter out a rhyme and maybe reason

For still standing here

Downstream from constant dial tone

From flapping fingers and clicking tongues

So let me tuck these ideas in my back pocket

Like a few stray quarters

For it is laundry day, and I have plenty of thoughts

I need to wash and dry