Not in the mood today.....post...post trauma
Sees me flattened out. Coping with the
Blunt instrument at high intensity saw me
Wide eyed, angry finger pointing like a hot
Poker. In response, it was, to behaviour of
The unacceptable kind. Post trauma saw me
Calm, almost serene.  Was it numbing necessity?
Seeing me through hot hurt. I found the
'Sorry for myself' mood and chose its company
Sat by my side digging me in the ribs when it felt
My presence slip away to pull the plug from the
Bath water, reducing the **** building up around
All sides.  Playing poker with my thoughts was
Not a winner this day. Only proving that the fool
Was me. I collect myself from this sallow solitude
Feel the sides of the comfort cushion. It has no use for
Me today.  I remain in tall hallways with tall walls
Tasting the sour gob stopper that prevents a smile on
                                                                                         .....my face