down the drain

I take
some soap, a sponge, a wash
cloth.
I scrub the inside
of my
head
for an hour, rinse
then do it again.
I scour my brain,
brillo those clinging thoughts
from deep inside.
the bubbles come out of my
ears,
my mouth,
my nose runs with
dirty water.
I take the hose and give
it all a
thorough dousing.
I shake my head then
let it dry as I lie
out in the sun.
i'm ready now for new
thoughts,
fresh ideas.
the old ones have been washed
away.
down the drain they go.