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