Journal Entry

The need to

write down

more of

my off-moment

liminal thoughts,

recognitions,

misperceptions.

The need to find

some flow,

but not go

unedited.

I crave beginnings

that continue

to begin.

I want to

straddle thresholds

like time zones

and lovers.

I'm a filter

that can be

overwhelmed,

but that's

not without

interest.

I'm often 

overwhelmed.

I'm

a

poet.

Sometimes I'm

sadly

inattentive.

I'm an

anxious person

prone to

stage fright.

Given to

anxiety loops

in the middle

of the night.

I'm old

and

feeling it.

Thing is

song in my

head's

a kind of

static cling.

Ding-dong sticks,

dig?

Don't entirely

want

to know

what's going

to happen

next.

Don't exactly

get

what's happening

now.

That said,

two uncertainties

make for

terrible rhymes.

One lives

in a mulch

of thoughts,

misrecognitions,

perceptions

and felt

experience.

Uncurtainty,

bad circuitry.

I don't know.

An ecology

of mistakes.