Snoring Choir - a poem

My brain seems to be racing
Faster than a finely tuned McLaren
Zooming down the empty streets
Ignoring sirens loud and blaring

I can't think of all that's moving
My brain wishes with you to share
So it comes out in fits and spurts
Like a hot air balloon losing air

The candle smells like a cookie
And I can smell blood on the tissue
Maybe my brain is leaking from my nose
The blood the catalyst for this issue

The Wii sits there, light blinking bright
As the network speaks what it will
Mom's cigarette is stinking bad tonight
But of writing I've not had my fill

A breeze in the air as the moon goes down
the chill sparks the brain afire
Yet all I wish is to lay upon my bed
and listen to a snoringly loud choir