Here we are already good people. Two weeks is considerably more commitment than I’ve invested to most pursuits. Today’s effort was actually written yesterday. It is a tad darker than I’ve been accustomed to producing recently but I tweaked my back pretty decently and transmogrifying that quasi- agony into writing can have fair results. It’s said that smells or music can take you right back to a specific moment of your life. For others pain produces similar results.
Shoved into a tiny corner
Chaos theory lacking order
Things were not planned like this you see
My life just got away from me
So locked inside a dungeon I
Bide what time’s left before we die
Deeply think on vicissitudes
Trying to manage darker moods.
First of all, vicissitudes is far more difficult to spell than I thought. It is certainly wonderful that these sojourns down dark nostalgia lane are limited to brief visits instead of property ownership these days. Still, it’s nice just to get away…
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.