digital dance - poetry

performer

i am often alone
my thoughts are always tumbling against each other
mutually destructive and frantic carnival bumper cars
or 16 pairs of boots in the dryer spin cycle

i dont speak to myself
my tumultuous stream of consciousness is contained

i wish i understood the way i am around people
where every thought escapes my lips
i am fifty daycare dogs let out into the yard at once
i am the entirety of homer's illiad, performed in a one man 2.5 minute youtube animation
i am empty so quickly
i have never been a performer
the stage never crooned a siren's call
except for every minute i spend with a friend

critics call the character inconsistent
rapid cycling between tropes
the plot is fine, as they shake their heads despondently, but the protagonist is just too overwhelmingly erratic