Going from bright to shade
Effects the eyes efficiency.

It’s an adjustment both ways
Darkness into light equally.

Psychology though one can
Easily be out of switch reach.

Illuminating the mind is never
An easy task, it’s invisible pain.

This too will pass is an old wives
Tale, just as cod liver oil in the ear!

Scale of one to ten can’t be used
to fathom depression, by depth

The rope in the boot of my car
could be used to measure it's weight

I don’t like solitude,
Being alone yes, but
With a support cast.

Blank pages bother
Me, it is why I have
auditions for the parts.

Every letter word even
Punctuation mark are
My poetic characters.

Sometimes I’ve need to
Choreograph individual
Lines for different roles.

Often, groupings can be
Adverse to my formations
Without rhyme or reason.

Rehearsals in the form of
Editing scripts are best if
Done during final recitals.

Gauging audience reaction,
Now that is an art form in
Itself, there is no clapometer.

At least, I never got a round
of applause asked for encores
Or got a standing ovation.

Fear is the repetitious
echo of premeditated
anticipated responses to
unrehearsed situations.

Feeling pain but doing it
anyway is a part in every
script of which directors
give us no time to practice.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = =

Even if they are dozing
in a siding, somewhere
down the line, rat a tat
tat of expansion joints
will wake the sleepers
but those with tunnel
vision will get 2 hoots

My Amygdala is an
enigma, well, I can’t
work it out, it’s as if
it is a Greek cryptic!

Should it have been
Cypriot? not so sure
as it depends which
side of the lobe it is.

Splits O’Phrenia

I think I have these.


       The End.

House for birdcage
wager on Harris
  being *******.

   I just had a call
   from a Cuckoo
accepting the bet.