Clean
Take a walk in the rain.
Preferably when it’s pouring.
It works best when it’s pouring.
Baptizing your pregnant thoughts,
if only for as long as the solvent
cascades over your scalp.
Driving emotional discharges
to your split ends, the last
chaotic choice they need make
before they take the plunge.
The empyrean barrage raps
your ears as your head sways
from the forward locomotion.
The sound, like popcorn kernel
parabombs exploding
on impact, fades into a drone,
sterilizing your mind.
You become oblivious to everything.
Simply reacting to the oncoming
sidewalk cracks as you turn the corner.
You can’t really escape.
It’s more of a self-banishment
to the time-out treadmill.
How long should you stay out?
How much time do you really need?
Enough to physically exhaust yourself.
Enough so you don't have to think.
At all.
Any more.