Self-Interrogation

Self-Interrogation by Odin Roark How carefree the traipsing inward Responsibly free Charging capsules Poured golden or clear liquid As acceptable excuse Yet once inside Accountability rears its head Or heads Never doubt guilt’s pernicious way Whether alone Engaged in barstool profundity Or slumped against an alley wall Like a magnet to the tongue One purges One releases Realities better left buried Yet Extrication involuntarily weeps Yesterday’s measured and careful calculation Now but a melted glacier of ill founded confidence A flood that will ultimately evaporate Or find an estuary of temporary repose One’s next morning Via aspirin or not Consciousness relives What might be remembered As progress toward… Perhaps For others The hours and minutes Seconds and milliseconds Will be counted Come sundown, One’s glass is full again Such beings peer languidly Through reflections Swirling memories Determined to sip tenuously Wanting to merely understand