Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

abridged version of my morning

my neurodivergent brain spins like a wobbly top

counter-clockwise

is there a law (of motion) against that?
it seems 'contraindicated', yet I cannot get an 'amen'...

like punctuation now stands outside quotation marks.

be inclusive —
exclusive is the new normal
as cheerleaders and jocks once ruled courts and lunch rooms
of high-school-dom

that was dumb
i shouldn't have added that
strike that
too late
for me

save yourself
go to another room
before i babble on any further
my wash is already spun and did not include detergent

no detergent for this? post-apocalyptic title?


1.13.22

I swear, all the time i wrote, only one song looped in brain:

Heat Lightning Lyrics ▼

Running outside the window
I've laid awake since one
And now it's four o'clock
Though I've held on
Can't carry it much longer
On the ceiling dancing
Are the things all come and gone
And there's nothing I can do
Not much I can change
So, I give it up to you
I hope that's okay
There's nothing I can do
Not much I can change
I give it up to you, I surrender
Heat lightning
Watch it from my doorstep
Sleeping eyelid of the sky
Flutters in a dream
Well, I've held on
But feel a storm approaching
Trees are swaying in the wind like sea anemones
And there's nothing I can do
Not much I can change
Can I give it up to you?
Would that be okay?
There's nothing I can do
Not much I can change
I give it up to you, I surrender
There's nothing I can do
Not much I can change
I give it up to you, I surrender

standing in the fields of neverland
a book not forthcoming
as none will read
or this?

so i should be fine. but i won't scrub, sooo.

these are not the words I prepped to pen this morning:
"Note: Assumption based information can shake the found..."

my writing goes down a slippery slide, exiting with all hope of plans for what I would write or conclude writing and sending on for consideration, another day wasted in the washroom of my brain.

the abridged version is actually here:
"Note: abridged version of morning: my neurodivergent br..."

I really need the tires rotated, or to just fall off.

Poem 2 (like song No. 2 - short)

like driving a car around a corner on two wheels at perilous speed
distributing just enough weight to avoid flipping over and
not sending the car flat to four wheels (what fun in that)
until the bend meets the straight away.
even then, its tempting to keep going to see
in swerving, free-wheeling mastery
how far i can take my two ton friend for a walk down
desolate, country highway without serving my brains to the asphalt.

first thought (constructing) when I woke and couldn't go back to sleep until I arrived here to 'jot down', 'flesh out',
unable to imagine a better forum to dispense hyper-extended, manic logic that serves like two pills for unwinding,
over-processing head.

look ma! no glasses.
need to hydrate

same day as above
“Blur” reference