I am a Cubist Picasso.
A superball whizz-banging around the room
about to blow into something
not yet experienced
and spawn a full-blown regret.
I am a dart streaking from the dart gun,
a boomerang that never comes back,
a harum-scarum nomad from a tribe all my own,
an amoeba changing shape moving helter-skelter.
When peeved I will give you a blow-by-blow
description of the tumbleweeds in my brain.
Compartmentalize me and I may explode into a mushroom cloud.
I am a kernal the split second
before it pops into white light.
(This is one of my favorite poems I've ever written.)