I Think a Poem Today… (For the Second Time)

[This one originally appeared on August 9, 2012. If you want to know why it chose today to reappear, visit here. Or you can just read it – for the first time, for real or pretend..]

What better on a grey Thursday?

It’s my attempt to explain The Dark that sometimes sneaks up on me, gob-smacking (one of the greatest expressions in the English language) my mood and my day… I can’t really say “enjoy” because it’s not exactly the kind of thing you enjoy. But still – happy reading, here on National Book Lovers (one of the most unfortunate words in the English language – for a few others, click here) Day!

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Wrong

Out of Sorts.
Assorted.
Unsorted.
Sort of.
Off.
Off your rocker.
Rocked to the core.
Empty core.
Just empty.

Not sure why. Not sure where, when or how either.
All I know is who: me.

Twisting, turning, flailing about.
I’m at sixes and sevens,
turning them into eights and nines –
with no tens anywhere to be found.

It’s chaos. And it’s mine –
Mine mine all mine.
You can’t have it.
You didn’t cause it.
You can’t fix it.
It has nothing to do with you,
Because it’s nothing.
And it’s me.