I’ve found enjoyment these past few months
Barricading myself inside
Secluded from the noise of others
Sometimes emotional I get choked up
Eyes closed windows slightly lowered
Falls summer air still humidly misty
But behind her impudent raffle of changes
Is nature’s ownership of mankind’s beautiful ignorance
The traffic jam explodes many times in my thoughts
Accidents displaying brevity in each lesson
Some old things have to be tossed
I found myself a hoarder of lovers past
Clinging to moments a drift in the lowered temperatures
wind
Reflections
dominant and aggressive at times
The rains mist and twin drops pranced around
My English slurred as I glanced around
Blurry scenes of erotica and her vacancies
Unfilled and unfulfilled
The physical emptiness stole my half full glass
Torn fabrics and left over under garments
I was under the spell of my own memory
Retired 3rd person pretend non-fiction diary entries
Avoiding turgid rambles even truth would deny
My heart became the playground of the PARTYNEXTDOOR
BPM’s displayed horizontal and parallel shortcomings to
peace
Circle after circle I ran with my words
Disabled and unable to admit it
Even a Leo gets their roar calmed into a purr
Consider this the poetry hieroglyph
State of mind challenges buried
Butterfly emotions faded and flurried under the classical
fall
Music = the answer and missing expression
My heart crawled to the thump in my beats
Clarity null and void
Just an open expression without the confession
For what all these messy self-proclaimed social media reporters have been waiting for.
