9-9-91 Unfold


My soul is folded
Over itself today
Confusion wraps it closed




I know not what I feel
Perhaps the act of word chatter
Will open all with the flick of a ballpoint
Presents with no surprise attached
I wrapped this package,damn it
I’ll write the card!…

Still won’t trust those to help me
Stubborn know-it-all,pride merit badge
Hand out perspective,use none at all
I will my will to will my will
My life in the hands of a biased baby
What skills I have I won’t relinquish
Better bad than none at all
So easy to release the progress
When time moves like an injured lineman


I forgot the others…