WIT AND WASTE

Too many questions whirling ‘round in my head.
In my mind’s eye, I see a rainbow of confusion-
-All the questions-
-Truths and myths-
Many beliefs
And
At least a dozen superstitions.
Where do they all come from,
And why do they bother me?
They all fuse together in a whirlwind of chaotic
Yuckiness.
A general bitter taste of whats and whys;
An acrid aftertaste of what ifs and if onlys.
Then there’s knowledge,
Yes’s and no’s,
Memories interfering,
And
Indecisive decisions.
They hover about like flies
Drawn to the gaseous stink,
The shit of my inner being.
Let’s not forget wishes and dreams.
Greedy,
Like rats smiling down upon the feces
Of my brain.
Oh! Be still my thorough thoughts!
Lest insanity settles in;
Or Sanity’s truth.
The slimy, tangled mush of confusion
That rots within me;
The bowels of sewage that move me
Until an outside force brings me to rest...
In sweet and silent peace.

Copyright © 2002 by Elizabeth Ann Lopez

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