standing on a house of cardsin 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
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.)
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."
ReplyDeleteI like the reflection of you in the picture, seems to add meaning to the poem.
ReplyDeleteAll right, I will now have to add you to my Poet Tree Blogroll. I like your poems and your art!
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