Kerfuffle

In my cranium
nerve axon tendrils spiral
out of control.
My brain is like a tropical cyclone
fueled by warm moist air,
concocting commotion.
 
And hatching my own kerfuffle
that feels like popcorn popping in my stomach
and creepy crawlies on my skin,
all itchygooma.
 
Snipsnap.
Cram as much living in?
Or just walk to the corner with a girlfriend to buy penny candy
and talk about whether to bite
or suck the jawbreaker?
 
Tender wading into my future.
    
(2016)