The dark rooms in one’s mind unlit,
One is heading straight for a pit:
Will not take long the spot hit
While the injury just won’t fit!
Then, for dark rooms of the mind sit
As things about them have been writ
By pens with more goals than wished with,
Knowledge conjured and teeth won’t grit,
The–seen–with-the eye not a slit
And moved legs won’t fall into pit..
My time I’d given Charles Rycroft
And my anxieties just got soft;
On Neurosis supremely coughed,
Where contributors can have bluffed
Living in metropole well
necessary is to possess in profusion...
Suits, ties, documents and neurosis
discover haikus
count syllables like new coins
raw fingers crave pause
Composed: August 1/21
For: Brian Strand August Contest
Why am I here? Not existentially
but literally why am I here in the
crawlspace. "Why are any of us
here?" Woh! Who are you
people?
She has a neurosis, a mental disturbance,
Whenever things aren’t as they seem,
Whenever she’s caught in a tight little spot,
When her mind wants to let out a scream,
And she dissolves in her mind, alone out of sight,
Curling up in a ball in her head,
Where she rocks back and forth, with her knees to her chin,
Where her rational had got up and fled.
Her neurosis arranges in alphabet order,
It’s a shape where that shape shouldn’t be,
Her neurosis is ordering all of her life,
It owns her impulses, her wild and her free.
But on the outside her body says calm and collected,
Her eyes say “Total Control”,
Because her brain put a barrier up to the world,
Hiding the world away from her soul.
I go by myself walking
I hear myself talking;
Then as I deliberate
On the direction of fate
That leaves me so anxious
With illusions atrocious
Invading my privacy
With the blight of absurdity.
They come there unbidden
Like troubles forbidden;
Showing their faces
In my secret places;
Peevish and fractious
Mindless and anxious
Blighting the laughter
With deeds that come after.
Trying to taunt me
To follow and haunt me.
In my mind they come festering
In my ears they are pestering
That my enemies are treacherous
My friends are ominous
And my life is dangerous.
The calamitous confusions
Bring perfidious allusions
Deceptions so diabolical
Fears that are comical
And all these do vex me
With nightmares to perplex me
While Satan sits amused
Knowing I am confused.
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