Laments

Humidity clouds the judgement

Rain pours in through the cracks;

Rivers of flawed ideas float by me

Not stopping for a second glance;

The outside takes on an appearance

Of the inside and the inside knows

Better than to call room service;

Juxtaposition of memories lay like

Slices of cheese on toast and with

Or without seasoning makes no

Difference when the chef is named;

Regrets never found their way

Into this vocabulary but the egotistical

Words were the weapons of choice

And those who could not defend

Themselves found cartoon reruns

Playing on white lamenting walls.

22Jul19