Inside My Calamity

Fade those curtains white to grey

Rip the weatherstrip away

Bury the remote

Break the earbuds, listen closely.

Bare lays your body, as these concussions

Settle in, store there winter store of nuts and berries

Rocking to and fro and high and nigh

Stay just so long as a hint of time would permit

Let me tell you my woes

Inside my shaky hands and mismatched eyes

I couldn't trust myself to know the truth

Lend me your ears, so that I might find it right

Anger. Its my broken fuse box

Concocting these afore mentioned head knocks

Can't sleep, couldn't concentrate if I tried

My mood is slipping around like the drops

Of rain that splatch and plonk from one

Wonky angle to another, crisscrossed across

The rollercoaster tracks until

Sagging to the ground deflated and satirical

The misused balloon of it

Sits and lies in eternal wait

Rock bottom feels so.

Twisted how often I like it here

More comfy than that

Odd Alice in Wonderland type

Feeling one gets from

happiness?

Indeed, Odd.

Ought I tell you more? Ramble and ramble

Like that old English thicket, bloodhounds hounding away

Ought I let you in on the deep secret

To my unfounded patience? 

There is none, not that I could tell

Seein as how too long ago I bit my tongue.

Bit it clean off, and then

The cat got it.

 Haven't seen it since.

Discontent with life, irony and poor comedy follow me

 Like a cheap bandaid that can't quite fully disfigure

The enstein that is so very close to meeting Frank

Help Me.