The faster I run away
From all these gaggling broods
Of the mind's runaway children,
The faster they overcome
My mind's feckless fortitude;
Pole-vaulting my barricades
Of self-imposted time limits,
My limp, virtuous charade
Circling itself around dustbunnies,
Forgotten friends, lack of social life..
Mind has it's own priorities,
And anemic lies can never find purchase there,
Like legless butterflies; and of what use legs
To creatures born mid-air?
But I regress-
I can't refuse them birth
Or unkindly abort them;
My mind's liberal bounty,
And who could deport them?
Seeing my life's only a living
Reflected through their mirrors:
A novelty peepshow,
As they pull off, to reveal
Discarded clothing
I've never dared to wear;
But at their most thrilling,
Go starkly nude
Hidden only by a phrase,
Or single twinkle, of word:
And when they open their legs-
I'm lost to another world.
intriguing..