Yesterday without even thinking
of limitations or excess I,
It was one of those I know, I know
yet a little balloon popped up
just to remind I know nothing
except when to write and when
to carry the empire of thoughts
waiting to be placed into lines
and to become more than
what I know.
Weirdness has arrived right on schedule
as ink fills yet again another blank
and heart and mind become fools
leaving normalcy in another room
to feel sorry for itself.
And there it is once more, fray
it beckons to be written
simply because of a picture
a rope frayed helplessly alone.