I need unthinking

I need unthinking,

the quickest way to unobservant and thoughtless quarters

where the gloomy weight of my woe and anguish will not bluster me with thick centigrade

and torment me with merciless self-discontent.

I need unthinking,

so I can blindfold my self-willed detestation

that is rigid and thick with strict principals,

with unceasing upright chew…

this masterful tyranny, this prince of talkativeness.