pluto

Can the planets in the atmosphere truly affect our moods? I think so... why else would they exist?

Her head reared back last night

Woke to a damp, dirty-clean day

The dullness so bright, I’m blind

 

twice removed

bloated in the belly

i’ve punched out temporarily

this clock in reverse

heavily reeling, turning back

the wind, robbed from my sails

choking on my own breath

 

 

Ill as they come-

I’ve got my repercussions

Sunday in the truest sense

Scrubbing clean to scrub again

This guilt exhaustion

About-face

Ignore this cosmic force

Pull yourself together

Silly scrap

Author's Note

P.S.- YES it is still a planet!!

Reviews

[Don Stabler]

your aspects seem so foggy. does Pluto rule the thickness? I identify the feeling, in my own male character.
far from a female's mind and condition, I like this poem. it's something I feel, like floating in the sky of my brain. but I take psych meds on top of it all, pretzle thought patterns.