Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Spontaneous head-crap

standing on a house of cards
in the mercy seat again
due to a brain malfunction -
i never get easier

when lightning strikes
the same spot
hundreds of times
you think i'd move

but i will climb
up on my cross
and sacrifice my dignity
in futile mind-heart
mismanagement


(the only thing worthwhile here is the painting by my Uncle Glen Heberling - but not a good photo either.)

3 comments:

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

I think there is a lot in this poem. I sense a lot of personal angst, but the cause is unclear (which I'm sure you intended). The line the speaks most to me is "futile mind-heart mismanagement."

Kelly Jene said...

I like the reflection of you in the picture, seems to add meaning to the poem.

Kathiesbirds said...

All right, I will now have to add you to my Poet Tree Blogroll. I like your poems and your art!