Convolutions

The brain works

through convolutions

down the rabbit hole

sense to some yet

crazy to others

I am caught in crazy

no sense to anything

convolutions array in

serious brain issues

his brain is fried

Trying to communicate

over and over again yet

not getting through I yell

the worst thing I can do

trying to make my point

It is pointless to point

to ways that could work

in a mind that is gone

yet I try all the time

I don’t get it either

I really need to get

smart to do it right

for I am not doing it

well for either of us

disappointed in me

Sweet Brown Gravy

Sweet Brown Gravy

Sinuous and hard he
moves in undulations
without trying I'm
captivated by his ease
he aims to please and
he succeeds again and
again as I writhe on
cool pressed sheets

Trying to Find

Trying to find
anything at all
that has meaning
in this fucked up
world of crazy
special interests.
What's wrong
with that?

Trying to find
a palace, just
a simple place
that overlooks
the roaring sea.
Driftwood, trees
scatter beach with
water sculptures.

Trying to find
anything that means
sense to anyone who
can teach me anything.
What fresh air would
that be for me, who
has always wanted, to
find perfection.

The Door

How many times

I have wanted

to walk out

never come back

I am getting better

each day a triumph

mixed sometimes

with great difficulty

I am determined

I pray for compassion

unselfishness, patience

I pray for indifference

If I am indifferent

we can survive

Winsome

He seemed so

but he wasn’t

so it seems

life went on

he and me

so it seemed

Now I know 

he isn’t nice

not winsome

I cast him out

wouldn’t take

him back yet

in a heartbeat

tragedy arose

I took him home

It seemed well

for a week and

now the ogre

raises his head

I am in fear and

sadly disappointed

He seemed so

winsome but he

has his agenda

To win me he fails

over and over again

he must leave

Blighted

Are we blighted before we’re born

ancestral sins we innocents pay for

is it happenstance what comes to us

whether gifts abound or sorrows

is it just “the luck of the draw” that

pays out as we move through life

I only know good things come and

not so good things happenstance

I think it is the luck of the draw

I Never Get It Right

I never fucking get it right

no matter my intent I fail

I think my intent is helpful

Who the fuck am I to think

I can get it right I am no one

no one from nowhere 

I never fucking get it right

no matter my intent

I am going nowhere