Thursday poem: on distraction

There are things that must be done and the mind must keep chugging down a single track of pure intention.
But what's that?

Don't look at it.
It's the big stupid bird.
The big stupid bird with the Super Nintendo feathers.
Don't look at it.
You'll only encourage it to fly over and land on the exact spot of the train where the weight of a big stupid bird with Super Nintendo feathers is just enough to tip the whole thing over.
Keep chugging.

Why am I chugging?