Black Hole In My Mind

A vortex sucks thoughts from my brain,

one second I know the universe’s secrets

the next I can’t remember a single thing.

 

It is the space I can’t fly that spins away my creativity

and it is connected mysteriously to my dryer

where I know that socks vanish.

 

What worries me is like the universe

that vacuum seems to be growing

for every day something else seems to be hard to find,

wish Spock was still around to explain it

or Scotty to beam me away from feeling  out of control.