hard to believe
Time, hardly passed
and a mark, already here
nearly two years
and a different mind
has appeared, so many times over
nearly two years ago
you claimed me
unsteady, unstable,
toxic and cold
now, not two years passed
and I’m too goddamned
stable and heart-of-gold fast,
too nice for any old soul
how goddamned depressing
for this romantic dolt
time after time, rejected
for incredible conventional reason
understanding it’s karmic creation
— nothing personal of course
while feeling deeply personal
a reality of my own making
just the swiftest vehicle
my own preference for
navigating Niagara roads
still hard to accept sometimes
it’s the life I needed, I chose
thank you, my kind Spiritual Guide,
for ripening such conditions —
from which I could never hide
and one day will appreciate
more than my present self knows
The Halfwit Writer 