It's a bit odd if you ask me
and even if you don't it's
still a bit odd.

nothing feels as real as those mixed up feelings
we all deal with.

I deal another joker from the pack.

But there are more ways than one to skin a cat,
why would you want to do that?

I resist the overpowering temptation
to accept the underwhelming  situation
and grow a pair,
guessing that's not fair to females
and
makes a mockery of so called men.

The daily contact
I reflect on.

some wasteful, tasteless, gormless conversations and
comprehending those unending streams is nigh impossible.

My sphere of influence flattens out.

That's okay
I can do Coventry
silently
diligently
on my own and quite
selfishly too.

Through the fish eye lens
where the bubbles bend
but never break,
I look to take that waking
moment
to gain momentum
to get out there
again.

Almost
in tears
he peers into the crystal ball
and sees the seeds he's sown.