If A Stranger Turns Up Missing His Song Is My Confession

Repression & Regression
It’s proof

This poem

It’s written

In an un-holy scrawl

God’s finger on the wall

I’ll find myself hanging

on the string that held the world
I’m done and gone

the devil’s got my lucid, lost mind.
checking a watch and my mind

full of a lusty loss
belief in where I’d end up

is a strange thing

to believe in the failure of yourself.
an undermining confidence

I’m not strong enough

Drifting
along a wine filled river

Towards a tree where I’ll make my decision.