Do you think I can’t see how ridiculous I am?
I see it 360.
insideout.
and backwards from behind.
Quick to analyze 
But slow to figure it out.

I am the drunk woman screaming “ I love you”
to the faded star at a concert seldom heard.
I embarrass myself everyday.
I do not know why it has taken me this way?

I cannot explain
but I see it,
how it really is,
plain as day

I hate it, but that doesn’t make it go away.
am I allowed this one indulgence?
so much is serious business here.
is this one thing too much to ask? 

father forgive these indegression.
Trying to find the right regression.

(I have an empty house to play with again which means I have been workin on music more and a little less on poetry. We shall see what happens.)