
“We About Lost Our Minds”
Trying as might,
Crawdads and doodads.
Believing poor sight,
Wiper blades move fast.
Seething from sight.
Who does? Who has?
Wrong is now right.
A taciturn morass.
Seeing one’s plight,
A blinding illusion.
A ritual rite,
A land of confusion.
Losing the fight,
Abstract pollution.
Born into plight,
A harbored delusion.