A Sporadic Mind

Tonight at the pub
I had some strange thoughts
maybe it was the beer
maybe a mania of sorts
these thoughts came at random
and would only last a second
some are normal
some are far-fetched
some are vile
and some are wretched
They were fraught with danger
and stranger with time
one minute,
floating above a table
the top filled with liquor
then to the girl standing left of me
who gives her lids a flicker
in seconds
I'm aiming an arrow
two seconds later
its a gun
I sit perched upon my stool
picking off the ones having too much fun
on the glass
I see my reflection
I'm not wide-eyed, not sweaty
nor wielding a weapon
I stay mute like a monk
even for months to come
so I don't mention my unease
to myself or anyone,
If I say it aloud
I'm likely to hear it
If I hear too much
I'm likely to learn to fear it
but even if it seems contradictory
I don't seem all that sick to me
Especially when I know
that not every fight's a victory.