confusion

My mind buzzes like an fallen wasp's nest
Chaos over minutae, no focus, no task to trivial to avoid

My emotions are as ordered as the confusion on the crumpled paper hive
anger, elation (in fantasies unrealized), irritation, somnolence and sadness

One thing at a time
One thing at a time

this should be my mantra
but its realization is elusive

will someone please drive a spike into my head with a good hammer
to hold these things in place?

communication

He said, "Are you trying to hit on me?"

She said, "Always"

What does this mean? is it a throwaway? inside humour? sarcasm?

After 12 odd years you'd think I'd get the subtext, but now I'm just drowning in it.

found

A taste in my mouth as bitter as sin
As bitter as persimmon, green in its skin

Acrid as smoke from yesterday’s fire
Dry as ashes from a funeral pyre

It is resignation, acceptance and good common sense
The ingredients of madness, bourgeois’ last defense

My life goes on, predictable and staid
To think that this frustration is about getting laid

When lusts slaking
Is there for the taking