Right Off the Top of My Head

Right Off The Top Of My Head

Where did I put that blasted word? Where the heck did it go?
I know I crammed that thing in here somewhere, I swear…
right along with Browning, Frost, Baudelaire and Poe!

If only my head had a zipper; what an amazing convenience it would be,
to open it just like the old junk drawer and everything in it, plainly see.

Staring, you might think it a useless tangle of disgusting grey matter and slimy goo,
but what if it could be catalogued…organized… and ever so neatly viewed?

I would start by carefully taking everything out of the dusty, overflowing closets;
untangling old, useless cords and defragging outdated memory deposits.

Then I’d create an organized system of labeled drawers unlike any other,
(Unlike my bedroom)…that would…without a doubt, impress my mother.

I’d cover that nasty color scheme with feng shui and brilliant works of art,
and bring new meaning to the phrases “Beautiful Mind” and “Set Apart.”

An extensive library of classics by philosophers, poets, and novelists of old,
In the corner of a well kept mind, along with mysteries and fantasies untold.

A special place for the gems that I use most, to pull out for each whim and desire;
Dictionaries, thesauruses, & don’t forget the grammar cheat sheets: required!

There. Now I can see what I have without wasting time and searching in dread…
I just open my head by its zipper; peek inside, and by golly, no more mess!!!

What a feeling to relax and enjoy an entirely new state of mind as I crawl in bed;
and there’s that word, surprise, surprise!...right off the top of my head.