Focus

Dogs barking
mammoth bees buzzing
The clunk of a workman’s van
The low, distant rumble of a jet

A child singing
A man whistling
A car passing

Why is it so easy to be out there
rather than focus in here

I don’t know if I’m scared of the work
or what I’ll find

Don’t Tell Me the Color of My Kettle

If we all had a blog,

 

If we all were totally honest with ourselves,

 

we’d see that we’re all fucked up.

 

If we all thought too much like I do

we’d all find things wrong with ourselves

 

foibles

traumas

quirks

ticks

conditions

disorders

addictions

manias

shortcomings

holes

voids

 

Desire = lack = psychological need

 

Anger = displacement = unresolved issue

 

Bravado = shield = vulnerability

 

Depression = apathy = absence of joy

 

The reasons are endless,

The outcomes innumerable,

 

If we enact a thorough examination of psyche.

%d bloggers like this: