Taking ones mind off of ones mind is
an exercise in futility,
considering the fact that ones mind
controls ones mind,
nevertheless I persist and choose fleeting
joys to block,
though I am prevented, naturally, by the
internal screeching,
I have mentioned that many times these
last few pomes,
but how else to describe a yawning cry
so wide and loud,
it pains my brain and curses my waking
hating how I process,
it wishes for non existence and sleep,
a sort of combination,
where none of this, (should I gesture
wildly to enhance?)
can cause me to stop and start and fall
and crumple any more,
but you have been trying this for forty
plus years,
the battle is done and you stand alone
breathless and decayed.