Breakdown Howls – Verses

BREAKDOWN HOWLS

Grab a piece of reality and

take it with you when you journey

to the other side!

 

Word salad is a symptom.

How can that be? Early English

sounds daft to me.

 

STOP!

Just stop it!

I need a respite.

 

Nit-picky poems, mine

always stop short of fearful

herculean struggles.

 

Everyone really does

hate a bully. When will

they remember that?

 

Prostitutes are now sex workers.

Slaves are enslaved people.

When will a versifier become a poet?

 

Some things last like

Days of Our Lives.

Others hit the tombstone circuit.

 

Evolution has set us up

to think with faulty data.

Defense mechanisms betray us.

 

I caught sight of me

in an alternate universe during the night.

She was me but younger and

so much wiser!  She said

to tell you Hello.                                                    nan

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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4 Responses to Breakdown Howls – Verses

  1. Love the last stanza the best!

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