Stream of consciousness

A stream of consciousness seeps from my mind
and makes me unkind
to my fellow passengers on the sea of life
I type-cast the fellow
with his yellow computer accessories.
What a mess he's making off the floor
with his down and dirty email
buzzing through the airwaves
and messing up my hair
and I just want to scream,
"leave the fucking thing alone,
give the dog a bone"
and say something clever like,
"I'm hanging myself up now".
And I see the fields
as they pass by the window
they will soon be gone
after they bypass another road
to the heart of nowhere
and the crazies will rush
to get out of wherever it was that they weren't in the first place.