My mind is like a collapsed lung,
I try to breath in unimpeded speculation
that will not be tainted by the deflated
breath on my sanity.

I have to exhale deep into my mind
but I can't deal with the intentions that
serenade on my thoughts like a canary
singings its death song in a felines jaws.

Welcome to my mind tucked in quick
sinking dejection, but there is no place
only the perceiving moments.
My derelict thoughts are hard to linger.